Italics- thoughts/ flashbacks/ dreams

Bold- author talking

Underline- narrator talking, known as the main character

Normal- normal story

ꨄ❦ꨄ❦ꨄ➪

✨✨🥀 Death's P.O.V. 🥀✨✨

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Her face is full of sad memories. It is not fitting for her beauty.

"Listen to me," I drawl out before holding the back of her delicate neck with one hand, "you are the most beautiful creation I have and forever will see. You are so fucking astonishing. They did not have a legitimate excuse to hurt you with their foul mouths or dirty hands. Stop being a doormat to the past problems that your mind keeps welcoming in."

There are tears on her puffy cheeks. "Really?"

"Yes, you are the kindest mortal I have ever met. Those 'people' are, without a doubt, jealous of what they cannot contain, what they do not have the power to be. "

What I don't have the power or will to be.

"Why are you nice to me?"

Because you care about me, not what I do or the decisions I make. You listen while you shouldn't, while others don't. You don't leave or shame me, don't demand things I cannot give. No pressure for answers I cannot comprehend.

The light in my darkened world. You are not all the light I need; you are not the light that will get rid of the following shadows. Enough light to see your beauty, the umbrella for poisoned ink rain that hits every second you aren't in sight.

I am not afraid of you. Only one that does not scare me, as past encounters have. You don't mean harm as darkness does. No one knows why all I see is black, but all I know is one thing.

You are the reason for the stars in my cursed night sky. Only one that stays century after century, something even the sun cannot fulfill.

Because, 'I got you.'

"You deserve some kindness."

"You do too."

"I have her currently next to me."

Her face turns red from the smile that finally showed up. "Stop being so nice and cute."

I carefully put my arms around her, don't break her, and am effective at putting her on my lap. "No."

Her flustered face is the most adorable thing in the world. It's killing me too slow.

Please, kill me faster.

She shifts till we're face to face. I want to kiss that face. Absolute perfection.

"You can't keep doing this to me, sir, or the world will end."

"I won't let you end."

She puts her hands over her face and squeals. "You are going to kill me. These butterflies are killing me! I'm going to die."

"They're doing my work."

She peaks at me through her fingers with foolishly expensive nails. I watch her reach past me to that yellow thing. She praises it the same way I praise her.

She wedges it under my arm.

"He loves you."

"He isn't alive."

Her eyes widened, "don't say that! He could be, for all you know. Mister 'I don't know everything'."

"I don't."

"Then accept him."

"Fine."

She claps her hands together. "Good!... Now what?"

"Up to you."

I don't understand why people don't know what to do while they try to fulfill their temporary lives. So indecisive for no reason.

Sit down and enjoy all the technology they have should be enough, or walk outside. It isn't difficult to do. Appreciate the inventions over the years that help make life simpler.

"I don't know."

"Draw a picture."

"I have no motivation to."

"Write."

"No motivation."

"Watch the videos."

"There is nothing good."

"Play a game."

"They're boring."

"You have a phone and computer and are in a new place but still can't think of anything?"

"No."

"Make something then."

"With what?"

"You have all that stuff. Make something."

"Don't wanna."

I sigh with annoyance, "take care of your fish."

She straightens in surprise before getting off and walking to the tank that holds the pathetic excuses of fish.

The straining pain immediately comes back. Dreadful loneliness with no output or getaway. I miss the years when this was all new. The worst pain then is no pain now.

No blackouts, panic attacks, loss of energy, or extreme mental turmoil. All the pain was so simple. There weren't millions of souls complicating my already cursed existence with theirs.

Pain dances across her perfect features as she walks back over. I take her hand the second it comes into reach.

It all leaves.

Now bewilderment graces her face. "Why does that keep happening? I don't want to keep being in random pain that bad..."

I said to leave her alone already or I will block every one of your worthless energies out of my mind.

"I don't know."

She sides eyes me before falling on the bed. "I told friends happy Valentine's day on my phone," she mumbled to the sheets.

"What friends?"

She turns onto her back to face me with the most offended look.

"Why would you say that? I have my online friends."

I lay and mock her pose. "Those people are not friends, they are foe."

"No, they have been my friends since 4th or 5th grade."

"Then why do you look so sad talking to them?"

"I do no such thing."

"Then explain why 2 weeks ago, when we were outside, sitting against the fence, you opened your phone, opened the app, read the conversation and looked as depressed as you do now?"

"How do I look depressed right now?"

"You smudged the black around your eyes."

"Well, shit. And that was not 2 weeks ago. It was about 1 because I've been here for about 2 weeks."

"3 weeks."

"Time moves by fast."

"Not really."

"They are my friends."

"Then please explain, Αγαπητέ μου."

"What the hell is 'agriculture moo'?"

"Αγαπητέ μου."

She judges me before stuffing her face back in the sheet.

I trap her under me. "You didn't explain."

"I don't know how to explain it. How do I explain them as my friends?"

"Same way you request of me to talk about emotions, talk. You are good at it."

She turned to her side, leaning on my arm to look at me sideways.

"I've known them since forever and there's so much history and chemistry and these people protected me against the idiots on games cuz I didn't know what I was doing."

She turns accusatory. "Why are you so insistent on talking about my friends, whom you never met, but not religion?" She puts her finger on my nose, "it doesn't seem fair."

"Sucks for you."

I take her frail body in my arms to lie down with her on top. If only she weighed more to suffocate me better. If only weight could stop all this.

"You have to tell me." She pokes at my collarbone.

"Says who?"

"Me. I told you why I'm friends with my friends and now you have to tell me what you believe about religion and the things you keep gatekeeping."

"You're still stuck on that?"

"Yes."

"Why?"

"I wanna learn, and you are the best spot for me to learn from."

"I'm a spot?"

"Technically, yes."

I pet her back, "I told you I won't make you second guess what you believe in."

"Why not? I can handle it."

I cannot. Memories are too painful for one to remember. There is not enough energy to deal with that, my angel.

"You will cry."

"I cry over everything."

"You will be crying on your knees and hyperventilating."

She becomes serious, "what the hell happened to you? Why would I be hyperventilating? Nothin happened to me."

"You had the dream, you should know."

"It was all blurry, and that was no damn dream. And you freaked out more than me. Don't you remember? I was just chilling."

Your scared face.

"You wanted me to comfort you."

"It's not my fault you are so comforting."

"It is your fault for finding comfort in me."

She gasps, "Whatever helps you sleep at night. I was fine."

"You will be the one sleeping first."

"What?"

I put my palm on her glabella.

Sorry.

"ύπνος."

She goes limp. I lay her on the bed before getting off. Put the yellow thing next to her with the blanket over her.

"I'll be back before you wake..."

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The door opened after a repetitive knocking. "Why are you here?" He asked.

"Aren't you happy to see me?"

"I would be but you ignored me, Casimir."

I walked into his house. Everything looks the same as it has since my time in hell.

"Only for a month."

He walks over to the couch and sits, I sit in the opposite chair.

"A month is too long."

"You aren't lonely."

"Yes, Casimir, you are right for the most part. However, I prefer your presence more, there is more flavor. More unique."

"You have friends that are older than me to relate to better. Why me?"

He smirks. "Someone younger is more interesting. You don't compare to others I know. Simply because I am your only so-called friend, you treat me differently than the others who have more friends."

I raise a finger for rebuttal, but retract it because he's right.

"So how is your little lady and her magical hair fish?"

Still this? "I told you that was a lie already."

"So she is a liar, I presume?"

"No, she only likes to trick old people that never leave hell."

He scoffs. "I am not old and leaving hell is not an option."

" You definitely aren't old. Lucy, who is over 13 million years old? Definitely not old. And you know damn well you can leave hell."

"I wish not to. Everything is unappealing up there."

"Oh, I wonder why. Do you know?"

"None at all. Now, why are you truly here, sunu?"

"To visit you."

"No one simply visits. Everyone wants something."

"I want company."

"Isn't that why the girl is here?"

"She isn't 'the girl', she is my wife and will be treated like so."

"If she is your wife, then why are you over here for my company?"

"Like you said, I have ignored you and I don't want to anymore."

"So you leave her? Does she know?"

"No, I put her to sleep."

"A man does not do such things to his wife. I raised you better."

"You didn't raise me."

"Then I trained you better than that."

"You didn't train me either."

"Then what did I do?"

"Saved me."

"Well, I saved you to do better than that."

As she says, 'A for effort'.

"You should bring her next time instead of forcing sleep upon her."

"She is scared of you."

"Is there a reason?"

"Oh, I don't know... maybe because you are the devil and she is Christian. But that is just a theory."

"She didn't seem scared. She talked about things she is fond of."

"She is a people pleaser. She is too amazing to be one, but doesn't know it yet."

"You are a saddle-goose."

"Why?"

He crosses a leg over the other. "You let this angel take control with no effort to stop. Praising her all the time and crumbling to your knees each time she dies as if it is the first. Saddle-goose."

"It's been years since the last time she died and each time the soul reincarnates into a whole new person."

"Only a different body, nothing else."

Smartass.

"She is the only thing that is helping. Leave her be."

"So the pain still bothers you?"

"Of course. I feel like passing out right now. How do you deal with it?"

"I told you this already, Casimir, they did not curse me with pain."

"Why not?"

"You already know why. I betrayed him, you-"

I raise my hand, "don't finish that sentence. Are you sure there isn't anything you can do to help?"

"No, I don't have the right abilities."

"Who does."

"Michael, as you also know."

I lean back and look at the ceiling, drumming my fingers on the chair's arm. He won't help. He initiated all of it.

He hated me since day one. He hates everyone below him, a two-faced archangel.

My foot starts tapping. If only tapping would take away every bad thing I feel right now. Every scent, sight, picture, feel. All of it, then, everything.

A bat shaped shadow crawls on the ceiling indents. He peeks at me with black beady eyes over his wing before scurrying away.

"Why don't you have a barrier around your house?"

"The spawns of hell are my children, my responsibility. I have to let them enter and leave my house."

"Don't they break things? Such tricksters."

"They know better than to do that."

I nod while watching the little bat in silence. He can't decide to stay on the ceiling or wall. He doesn't want me to see him either, but I do.

He disappeared to the other side of the wall. Even bared his little white teeth at me before doing so.

The spawns of hell don't appreciate me for not letting them in my house.

Shouldn't have damaged the property, excerebroses.

"You have changed, Casimir."

I repositioned myself to sit up and face him, folding my hands. "How?"

His snake eyes intently focus on me. "You have gone soft, as they say. I decided to help you for the excitement and risk that entangled itself in your spirit. Over the centuries, it has left. Now you act as the average, lifeless 40-year-old office workers we would bother in the past. What has happened to you?"

I'm no damn 40-year-old office worker. The nerves.

"I still have a reputation and people still fear me."

"Who exactly?"

"People."

He leans forward, properly sitting up. "People are scared of what the bible says about you. It has been too long since you struck mayhem in their unsuspecting lives."

"I don't want to. They already deal with every problem you created, the ones they create for themselves and each other. They have short, fragile lives. I won't contribute to making the earth worse."

We stare for a moment. He doesn't appreciate my care for the humans.

"You empathize with them."

I nod.

"Is it because you were once human?"

Little shadows stalk closer due to interest from the sudden turn in conversation. A topic brought up that is never brought up.

"Why bring it up? It's the only thing I've ever requested for you to not converse on."

"My apologies, but it piques my interest. Only humans empathize with each other."

"They do."

"Why is that? What is so special for them to care about each other like that?"

"Probably because they are smarter. I don't know."

"But on the contrary, they are quite dumb."

"Why?"

"They over complicate things. The earth was working quite fine till they came along to destroy it all."

"You destroyed it, adding evil to their defenseless minds. Dressing up as a snake was the first step in destroying everything."

He shrugs. "Everything was boring. It was quite empty down here. Animals go to heaven, so it was only me and a few others for too long."

I can't tell if I'm about to pass out from pain or not.

"Well, you didn't have to add everything else."

"Yes, I did. No one would fear me if my only appearance was one of a snake. I built my legacy, build yours."

"No, thanks."

His face is of a disappointed father. "Why not?"

"Don't feel like it."

"It's a shame."

"It isn't."

He leans back without a response, fed up with my intentions to not ruin any more lives.

Hands are now numb, almost no feelings. I stab my nails into my palms till they crack bone, but it doesn't work.

I watch the red liquid form of life leave the cuts. It covers the cursed cracks.

I fixed my gaze on him, "make it stop."

Vulnerability is one of the worst traits to have, one that will betray every time. It loves me the most, no matter how I try to get away.

He stands up with an expression before walking over. He takes the hand dressed with blood and does the thing that gets rid of it. Same way as the tree.

I can't watch it, too ashamed. Too ashamed of the consistent need to rely on others for the pain I brought upon myself so long ago.

My foot tapping is worse.

A hand painfully squeezes my shoulder. "Go home, Casimir. Come back over when you are better."

I nod.

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She's still, but she kicked the blanket to the edge of the bed while she was shivering.

It isn't cold here. Why is she cold?

I get on the bed and carefully pull her closer. She can't stay cold.

It all stops. They leave me alone. My mind isn't flooded with their memories anymore. Now I wait for the feeling to come back in the numb spots.

I run my hands up and down her soft skin. Skin soft as her heart.

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Whole 40 damn chapters. Wow!

And Lucifer really said 'hai... chao.' Twice now.

Y'all like him?

Y'all like Death's pov?

Who is better, Irina or Death?

And why do y'all think he was such an ass in the beginning but not now?