"It doesn't matter. I can erase his memory of it if he sees. At home I'd say he never would, but here more people can see this than should be able to."

Frau moved away from her, careful to find a spot that was relatively clear of debris. He didn't want his body falling onto something that would skewer him. Satisfied that he'd found somewhere that would work, Frau pressed the fingers of his right hand to his forehead and closed his eyes.

A moment later his body slumped to the ground. If Rochelle checked, he wouldn't be breathing or have a heart beat. Not that he ever did. Standing beside the fallen body was the stereotypical version of a soul reaper. Zehel was a huge skeletal being draped in a black robe and hood. Since Frau hadn't called on the scythe before, he was simply holding Zehel's own. It was ordinary looking, with zaiphon etchings in the blade and Zehel's symbol on the end of the handle.