Please read the AQD. It is very important to the story!

Reaper's POV

I was currently tied to a chair with rope and was being threatened to be killed. Not exactly what I had in mind but I couldn't worry about that now. What mattered to me was that I made it to Goth's orchestra performance.

Three men pointed pistols at my head because a few minutes ago, I killed their boss. Don't know why they haven't murdered me yet. While they were yelling at me, I was cutting the rope with a small knife.

Me: Alright gentlemen. I have a performance to go to and I can't be late so can we hurry this up?

As soon as I finished my sentence the last strand of the rope snapped, earning me the ability to move again.

Quickly standing up, I grabbed my scythe which was leaning against the table and killed the person closest to me. The others backed away since they just witnessed their friend dying.

Using my teleportation magic, I was able to get behind them quick enough to kill them.

Their dead bodies laid about on the floor as crimson blood stained the carpet.

Sighing to myself, I teleported to the concert hall to find Geno standing outside. He was waiting for me and he looked pissed.

Geno: You are twenty minutes late! The concert hasn't started but I would have liked you to be early.

Me: I was tied up for a couple of minutes and was being threatened. I must've lost track of time. I'm sorry, Vita Mia.

Geno sighed before kissing me.

Geno: I'm glad you're safe, Reaper.

Me: Aw. Did you miss me?

Geno: Shut up or that promised sex session isn't going to be a promise anymore.

He said as he turned around to walk into the building. I laughed as I followed him.

We easily found our seats which was next to our seven year old, Raven. Raven was already with Fresh and his boyfriend. Don't worry, I didn't forget my about scythe. I left my reliable weapon in a safe place, right next to me.

As soon as we got settled, the curtains opened and we saw the orchestra with our six year old, Goth, within the mix of people. They then began to play a list of songs.

As they played, I felt Geno lean against my shoulder. Taking my long black cloak, I wrapped it around his frail body.

(Time Skip)

After the performance was over, we found Goth waiting for us next to the stage. I also saw a small kid talking with him. The most noticeable thing is that they wore a hat.

Me: Who's your friend, Goth?

My child turned to me with a wide smile.

Goth: This is my new friend, daddy. His name is Palette.

The kid, known as Palette, bowed as a form of greeting. I'm guessing his family is not exactly from around here. Then again, I'm not either.

As a form of respect, both Geno and I bowed to return his greeting.

Palette: Hello mister.

Me: Hello.

Goth and Palette said their goodbyes to each other before my son followed me out of the building.

Parting off from Fresh and Crow, we got into our car to drive home, making sure the scythe was in the trunk.

On the way home, I thought about Goth's friend...

Palette

A Quick Discussion

In this story, Palette is NOT related to Ink or Dream. In this story, he is the child of two entirely unimportant people.

Also, I'm sorry if the bowing thing offended anyone.