My name is Helena Pierce, Hel for short. I’m a gravedigger... well I was when I was alive anyway. I had a rough start in life, losing both my parents before I was even a week old. Thankfully, Ray took me in and taught me his trade. I grew used to death, just another part of life. I enjoyed being the caretaker of the old mountain cemetery, and one day while I was out digging a fresh grave, I met someone. Raphael was dark and mysterious, and I fell for him hard enough to consider changing everything I’d ever known. Then, I was murdered.Waking up dead with a grumpy Viking shining a light in my eyes was the last thing I expected. Even more surprising was meeting the vampires that roam the streets of the underworld. The job assigned to me here is reaping souls in the fields of the dead. Basically, I went from digging graves on one side, to digging them up on the other. I’m the only female reaper, but I don’t mind, and my boss, Soren, is warming up to me...a little. I still miss my Raphael with everything inside of me and am trying to adjust to this new life of being dead. It’s not all bad, but it certainly isn’t what I thought death would be like. It isn’t restful and my soul definitely isn’t at peace.