No human population? The female reaper had to take a moment to process this new information. All humans dead? She watched Death as he swaggered, burdened with unnecessary emotions. All he cared about was his scythe, a weakness that caring. It also exposed a more fatal weakness. The scythe itself. It was something to remember when Death himself out grew his own britches. By the time Death was finished monologuing, wasn't there a saying about that, she knew what she wanted to do.

"I will obey your will." The woman said as she stepped forwards without Death's pretentiousness. The ego on him was outstanding and quite in her favor. After all if he was to bring about the extension of the human race she wanted it to go as she would plan. Not on his whims. 

"Command me, I'm yours." The woman said. The book of names in per pocket burned for her attention but she had a new goal in sight. No more names. What would a shepherd of the dead do when there were no souls? She had no idea but it must be better than her current existence. Wasn't this why they raised Death in the first place? But apparently she was the only one that felt that way since everyone else had left. That or they didn't want to stay with the narcissist any longer than they had to. If it was the latter, she would blame them at all.