The train speed for the human world. Death sat in his robes, covering the new flashy clothes. His long orange hair tied at the base of his neck and flowed down to his waist. He kept his scythe close and in his hands. Death didn't want anyone thinking he was running away. He wanted any other Grim Reaper that might have seen him to think he was just on the job.
Every Grim Reaper, but seven high ranking ones, had the job of leading souls to the afterlife. The top seven dictated who did what reaping and where. The Grims didn't kill, that was something out of their control, however if they needed to they could extend the life for periods of time using their powers. They did this in times where a person was talking to loved ones while they died or giving birth for examples.
Death looked out the window. His town-like area he lived in was shrinking in the distance. He wasn't all that sad at the thought of leaving it all behind. Schooling hadn