Grim Reaper Academy - La série

You thought there was only one Death? Aww, that's sweet... Just like all little girls, I hoped I was special and that one day my powers would be revealed. My parents would be bewildered, my friends would equally worship and envy me, and my bullies would run away in terror! Nothing happened when I turned 10. I didn’t grow wings at 12, still wasn’t able to make things move with my mind at 14, and at 16 I was already too old to believe in such nonsense. Well, what do you think happened the day I turned 18? I got the confirmation that I was only human. In the mail! Oh, and also an invitation to apply to the Grim Reaper Academy. Because, apparently, humans can be Grim Reapers, too. Fast forward to day one, semester one, year one. There’s a test! No one told me I’d have to take a test to enter! But there are only 22 Grim Reapers in the world, the competition is tough, so I guess it makes sense? If I pass, then I will be sorted according to what kind of Death I’ll make if I survive the rigors of the Academy. Merciful Death? Neutral Death? Oh, please God, don’t let me be sorted into the Violent Death Cabal! All the A-holes are there! And I don’t think I can compete with Holier-Than-Thou Sariel (cause he’s an archangel, you see), Jerkface-No-1 Pazuzu AKA Paz (cause all demons are major morons), Mr. Bow-To-Me GC Apis (ugh, false gods are the worst), and Francis (no idea what his deal is, he doesn’t talk much). But this is my chance, dammit! This is what I’ve been waiting for all my life! Okay, so I’m not a princess, or a mermaid, or Sailor Moon. But I can be a Grim Reaper one day. I’ll take it!

Two hotter-than-hell boyfriends to juggle, one merciless archangel who wants me dead, and then there’s Francis. I still don’t know what his deal is, and after that fateful night in the caves beneath the Academy, I’m not sure I want to know. Everything around me is changing, but I’m the same. I’m still the only human. No powers, no special skills to speak of. Just a prophecy that says a human will one day retire the most powerful Grim Reaper alive, but I doubt I’m the savior the supernatural world has been waiting for. If I am, the implications are too horrible. Because this powerful being they’re afraid of… is my real father.

Grim Reaper Academy is a prison, and my father is the jailor. Since he’s been appointed Headmaster, he’s been changing all the rules. There’s a curfew now, students are not allowed to gather in groups, and all connections with the outside have been cut. And don’t think that because I’m his daughter, the rules don’t apply to me. On the contrary, he’s even more of a tyrant. He’s forbidden me from seeing my lovers, GC and Paz. He says he’ll find me a match worthy of my name. Unfortunately for him, I am my father’s daughter. I do not break. I don’t even bend. And just to piss him off, I won’t only keep dating GC and Paz, but I might even adopt Sariel and Francis, too.

I’m not who I used to be. Valentine Morningstar, my own father, tried to ruin my life, and instead he made me stronger. But my own power will consume me if I don’t learn how to control it, how to channel it to help everyone, not just myself. I have to learn how to be this new person I’ve become. GC – my handsome false god, Pazuzu – my dark demon, Sariel – my fallen archangel, and Francis – my… I know what he is now, but it hurts to say it. They keep me grounded. They keep me sane, and they keep me good. Without them, I’m afraid I might just turn into a villain.