In a quiet park far from mortal eyes, the heir to the reaper throne receives her very first scythe… and immediately learns her family might be less “harbingers of doom” and more “cosmic lawn‑care professionals.”
When two terrified walkers mistake them for serial killers instead of soul collectors, the Necromancer tries to save face by shouting the worst cover story in history: “We’re just here to mow the lawn!”
What follows is a chaotic initiation full of sarcasm, symbolism, and one very unimpressed grandfather who vanishes mid‑lecture.
Step onto the green side as the Necromantrix discovers what reaping really means — and why her family might be the strangest gardeners the afterlife has ever produced.
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