Lucifer skipped merrily along the barren wastes of the nd of death. His blonde hair billowed behind him as he strode through the ndscape. He held his hands behind his back as he walked, whistling to himself as he went.

  Eren followed closely behind, struggling to keep up with the fmboyant reaper. "Lucifer." Eren called out to him. "Hold up."

  "Yes?" Lucifer answered, turning around to face him. "Those reapers that watch me... why are they so different from each other?" Ereioned, curiosity burning inside of him.

  "What do you mean?" Lucifer asked, cog his head slightly. "The suits versus the armours." "Why is it that they look so different? And they were all separated from each other."

  Lucifer hummed thoughtfully for a moment before responding. "Ah I see what you mean now. Well... to put into human terms, they are of a lower status. Like corporate and blue-colr workers."

  "Ooh... So, there is like... a social hierarchy?"

  "Why?" Eren asked, curious about Lucifer's answer. "Well, that is quite plicated. You see, all goes back to a time from way before I was but a mere twinkle in the universe." Lucifer finished, skipping merrily once again.

  "Stop. That's not an answer." He called out to him. That answer was less than a response for of a side-step.

  "You are very inquisitive today, aren't you?" Lucifer teased pyfully.

  "Yes, because I want to know why you mao be able to flick your hair all day and Charoo watch a line for all eternity. It seems unfair." Eren asked,

  Lucifer stood silent for a moment, pting his words. "Hmm... I suppose it is a bit unfair. We 't all be me now, we?" He chuckled softly.

  "But as, I shall put aside my vanity and divulge the information you so seek." Lucifer decred, taking a seat on the ashen sand.

  Eren joined, legs crossed, ready to listen.

  ~

  Firstly, above all is death. He or they or the void... I don't know. Any way IT is this nd, everything around you. The sand, the sky, all the energy within us, it’s all death. ropelled by its energy.

  That is the head of our structure.

  , the three main pilrs of Death are Judgement, colle, and sn.

  Sn is headed by Azazel. Who you thought was death is in fact, a physical maion of death itself. He oversees all, deaths voice, it's reason and its power. He is the only one who has power over all.

  Colle is headed by the deviously handsome Gabriel. His duty is to manage all the reapers. How many are sent out and where, he must also ehey don't ge and deals with any internal flicts. I'm his favourite.

  Then we have judgement, headed by the intimidating, slightly sexy Anubis. His job is to pass judgement on souls, their life's. S them and sending them on their merry way to the beyond.

  Below them we have the sed tiers. Under Colle, we have reapers like myself. We must Look geous at all times. As we must be presentable for those souls we colled pass to them on for judgement.

  Below Judgement we have sentinels, like Charon. They serve to maintain order in the nd of the dead, preventing souls from wandering etting lost. Or on the rare occasion, operating as foot soldiers for Azazel.

  And stly, my special little dove. The third tiers. Harbingers, warriors that work within the world of the living. Aension of death and all his maations. That will be you.

  ~

  Lucifer finished, beaming happily. "So, there you have it, the roles of us reapers. What do you think?"

  "Seems... simple." Eren replied. "But you didn't tell me how roles are chosen or what determihe social order."

  "What, you wao expin that too?" Lucifer groahrowing his hands up into the air dramatically.

  "Yes. Please." Eren responded curtly, watg him carefully.

  "Luck."

  "Luck?" Ereed, not quite uanding what Lucifer was getting at.

  "Yes. Luck. You see, we do not decide on our own what role we are assigned. Azazel chooses it for us. Some are more fortuhan others."

  "But... We all get the same choice."

  "Join or move on."