“Who is your father?” Vanessa asked. “He’s Death. Sometimes you call him The Grim Reaper. Although he’s really not that grim. Compared to me atleast.” Her iris became white as her pupils shrank. Dabria became skeletal.” HumorDeathHorrorGrim ReaperDeath RattleDabriaDeath Srattle Book:Death's Rattle Source: Death's Rattle