death becomes a NEET (the devils a part timer fan fiction)

Previously: Do you what to join those people?" Then he pulled out his scythe and held the blade against my neck. "I'm afraid this is your end."
I calmly looked down at his blade. This isn't a normal reaper blade. "You poisoned your blade haven't you." He looked at me in a little shock. "How did you know?" "Please I'm a god of death I know a scythe blade when I see one." I touched the blade "this isn't a regular blade. You had to enchant your blade with black magic. If the blade were to slice a victim it wouldn't only kill them..." I smirked from under my hood. "It would erase their soul from existence." He was staring at me in fear. "H-h-how long have you known this?" "mmm a while." He back away looking like I just killed someone. "HOW CAN YOU JUST PRETEND LIKE NOTHING HAPPENED! YOU KILLED MY FATHER!" "Do you know who he really was! He was a reaper killer and killed half of his own people along with many humans! Do you know how big of a deal that is!" "He wanted them out of the way! He wanted humans to have the same privileges as us! He wanted everyone to be equal!" " So he killed them?!There's a reason humans don't live forever! There's a reason me and my father do this! Do you think we want to take souls for the rest of eternity?!" "ENOUGH" the room roared with his yell. Then it feel silent. "My dad wanted everyone to be gods. To never die" he raised his blade. "And I'll kill you and your dad and all the other reapers. Then I'll make all of their souls eternal." He ran at me and swung his blade. Before the blade even came a inch tword me I disappeard. Shortly after I reappeared right behind him and grabbed his neck and held him up. I heard him gagging and grasping for air. I felt my darkness over power me. "You have made a big mistake.you've upset a death god." I tighten my grip on his throat. "You along with other reapers are just humans with a gift. Me and my father are Real death gods. And now your soul with be eliminated from existence." I reached my free hand into the back of his chest and grabbed the filthy soul. It was red. Not like many other human souls with have no color. I dropped his lifeless body and held the soul. "Goodbye my friend."