Death sat on a bench not far from where Jackson and Ollie lay in the grass kissing eachother.

He wondered how long they would be allowed to enjoy each other's company and if his actions had managed to achieve his larger goal.

Death did not, however, expect a visit from his sister; Innana. They had not spoken for a long time.

"Nargal," she said with a respectful nod.

"Don't call me that! You know I hate it," Death said with a frown.

"Ah, yes. You prefer your modern name; Samael," she said, straightening a crease in her dress after sitting down on the edge of the bench.

"Sam's fine," Death said, looking straight ahead.

Death's many names had become synonymous with terrible deeds throughout the countless ages, despite his siblings knowing perfectly well that humankind had inflicted all that pain and anguish upon itself. Sam was merely a guide to the next world but everyone hated him for it.

"You've been quite busy, brother," she said, staring at the sun reflecting through her fingers.

"Did it work?" he asked.

"Are you referring to wether young Oliver will still suffer his mental breakdown and snuff out nine fellow student's lives with a military grade assault weapon?" Innana replied with her own question.

"I thought that love would make a difference."

"And what if love lost triggers him anyway?" she asked, coldly.

"Then, I will be there to help all ten of them to the other side," Sam said with a sigh.

"Jackson's affliction will not return and the Fernwell High shooting will no longer take place," the Goddess said, her eyes now black from gazing into the what will be.

"Are you here to castigate me then, dear sister?" Death asked, trying to cover his excitement over having forced the reality engine to permanently adapt to his changes.

"What makes you think that this is not all part of the grand design?" Innana asked with a mischievous grin.

"Are you suggesting that my actions are not my own?!" Death demanded.

"I am merely a tool. The answers are known to everyone and no one," she answered with a shrug.

"Then what if I go back to my old ways?" Sam said defiantly. 

"I don't think you want to," she replied, pointing at the couple sitting in the grass.

When Death's gaze returned from admiring his accomplishment, his sister was gone.

Sam allowed himself a smile before glancing at his pocket watch.

Time to go, better not keep his next appointment waiting.