"You... cough..."
"Enough. Don't speak to me with that face and voice anymore, you're not worthy." Red Sleeve held the Death God's Chain, looking at the little boy expressionlessly.
In that instant, he was no longer the diligent, caring mother figure in the boy's eyes, but rather a relentless ghost from Hell demanding a life.
"Red Sleeve, you're crazy... you're courting death... If you lay hands on me, you'll die too..." The little boy's face was pale, and he spoke with difficulty, as his life force was quickly dissipating.
"I already said, I am the Grim Reaper's heir. If you dare deceive me, I'll ensure you die a miserable death!"
Red Sleeve looked at the boy with the eyes of someone viewing a dead person, speaking as she swung her right arm and pulled out the chain.
The chain detached from the boy's body, but along with it came his soul.
