February 16th, 2018.
Tommy is thirteen, Techno is eighteen, Wilbur is twenty-one, and Fundy is two.

Phil was reading on the couch, Wilbur right beside him playing his phone, and Fundy on the floor playing with Techno's old pig plush that he never bothered to get rid of.

"How long have you and Kristin been together?" Wilbur asked suddenly.

"About six years, why?" Phil asked, eyeing his son curiously.

"Do you think you'd ever get married to her?" Wilbur asked.

Phil paused, the tale of the angel BadBoyHalo playing in his mind. After a moment, he answered. "Maybe...but there's a thing with angels and being with humans..."

"Oh?"

Phil nodded. "Once an angel and a human share a kiss, the angel's wings are ripped out, forcing the angel to live a mortal life on earth, with their human lover. Afterwards, the two will be forever reborn, the curse never ending until they fail to kiss before their deaths. Hence why I haven't kissed Kristin yet."

Wilbur hummed. "What if it's an angel and another being...?"

Phil eyed him curiously. "There have been no records of that...why do you ask?"

"No reason, just curious." Wilbur said quickly, raising suspicion within Phil.

~<•>~

It was midnight when she was approached by the angel.

"You can't be with him."

"Why not?" Kristin asked, crossing her arms.

"Because it'll kill him, and you know it."

She looked down, her dark hair moving in the breeze of the midnight air. Below them was the quiet city. The home of her lover and his sons—and grandson—catching her eye. In the only lit window sat the aforementioned blond, reading quietly in his room.

She knew, from the moment they met, that this would burn up in flames.

From the moment they made eye contact, she had a plan. It was simple at first. Kill the angel and gain his essence.

But then came the date.

She had a choice at the end of the night. Proceed with the plan and kill him with her signature kiss of death...

Or...

Spare the angel.

That was six years ago, and she hated that she couldn't deny the fact that she fell for the angel. She doubted he could feel her power. Not like she had much anyway. She was literally Death. The most she could do was kill someone via a kiss.

The angels essence would free her, and let her live among men, however, that would force the angel into her cursed role.

She wiped away a stray tear, her cheek freezing in the cold winter air.

"I don't want to kill him..."

The angels gaze softened as he walked up beside her, watching the blond angel put his book away and turn the light off to go to bed.

"You can always tell him."

"But he'll hate me."

"You don't know that."

"I do, though. And even if by some miracle he doesn't, we can never truly have a life together. So close, yet so far, cursed to spend an eternity never truly meeting in the middle."

The two were quiet for a moment before the angel spoke.

"Maybe I can make a compromise with him."

~<•>~

"Philza!" Timothy called after the angel. "I have matters I must discuss with you!"

Phil sighed, turning towards the angel. "I told you, call me Phil."

"Right, my apologies." Timothy said, sighing. "It's about the girl."

"Kristin?" The angel nodded. "What about her?"

"She's-"

"Phil, wait a minute!" Kristin called from the distance, running up to the two.

"What's going on...?" Phil asked, looking at the two brunettes.

"I have to ask you to not get mad until I explain everything, okay?" Kristin asked, making Phil nod hesitantly. She looked at Timothy, silently asking for permission to explain to the angel, earning another nod. She sighed.

"I'm Death."

~<•>~

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