Universes are quite complex, as well as the contents one contains.  Think of this universe as a simple navy rope- in the shape of infinity.  As we explore this universe, we come across a turtle.  Yes.  A turtle.

This turtle's name is Great A'Tuin, and he swims through space without a problem.  People may ask what A'Tuin himself stands on, but that is just like asking what sound yellow makes.  

Upon A'Tuin's shell are four elephants- their names unknown.  Interesting fact is how they stand paitently on the turtle as he slowly swims to his destination- that of where is unknown.  The elephants hold on top of them a large disc.  This disc holds mountains, rivers, pretty much this disc is like the planet we know of: Earth- but flat.

Instead of journeying to the top of the disk, which has the mountains and rivers, we switch to the bottom side.  Miles of corn, rice, and wheat fields cover this side.  No, this is not the disc's food supply, it's more of a memorial of someone important to the owner of this land. 

In the center of these fields is a small cottage.  The whole house is pitch-black with white linings.  Smokey grey gargoyles perch on the top of the house, always wearing a devilish grin.

Inside the cottage seems like a library.  Countless shelves hold hourglasses- seems as if they're not much of hourglasses, though.  Instead of sand, they had seconds.  Seconds of lives.  

The floor of the house creaks, but the roaring sound of the seconds hissing drowns this out.  The only other sound heard is a simple CLACK! CLACK!  It sounded like bone against stone- bone feet.  

The skeletal being was wrapped in jet black flowing fabric over his dark grey robe.  It tapped on each hourglass to make sure no seconds stick to the sides.  This very being has a name that everyone could recognize.

Death always had a passion for humans, and enjoys taking vacations to try out parties, reading books, or paint.  Then again, it is Death, it seldom has enough time for such pleasures.  It does have to show up at a time of death- or end of life.  It's really not that bad of a being once you get to know it (sooner or later everyone gets to know it).

Death picked up an hourglass and studied it, Death's bright blue stars within it's sockets shimmered with curiosity.  The golden seconds in the glass slowly turned black, and the glass surrounding the seconds cracked.  

It jumped back in fear and surprise, accidentally dropping the hourglass.  The black seconds scattered across the marble floor as well as glass shards.  Death studied the mess, regretting what it just did.

It peered up, noticing more hourglasses cracking and the seconds changing colour.  

A voice passed into Death's skull as a specter appeared.

 It said, Death, something is not right.

Death glared at the specter, which already vanished.  It tilted it's skull in curiosity.  It continued to step down the halls, studying the malfunctioning hourglasses.

The floorboards began to creak under Death, causing it to look down.  Death weighed nothing, and there should be nothing breaking under it.  The floorboards creaked again, then cracked.

Finally the floor completely broke, and as if a black hole lived beneath, all of the malfunctioning hourglasses were drawn in, as well as Death.

𝛀𝛀𝛀

Vita relaxed in his throne, a simple veil in his opalite gloved claws.  He swiped his curly platinum blonde bangs out of his view and straightened out his diamond-jutted cloak.  His eyes appeared bluish-black with a bright yellow ring surrounding his irises.

A stone orc wearing gold armor stepped into the hall,  "my life, we have guests.  Do you wish for me to bring him in?"

Vita's eyes flicked, glaring at the orc,  "did my hellhound drag another peasant here, or is it the guest I 'invited'?"

If the orc could, he would have blinked.  "It's not a peasant.  That's for sure."

𝛀𝛀𝛀

Death's bones were scattered on the shore.  Blue light surrounded each bone and they were pulled back to it's original form.  The reaper stood up.  Darkness surrounded it, causing it to conclude that it must be either in a cavern or a void.

A stone-cold hand rested on Death's shoulder blade, causing Death to jump in surprise.  The hand dragged it into a palace, which appeared to be made completely from gemstones and... water?  The walls seemed to be an aquarium, but no glass held the water up.  Jellyfish and sting rays floated around in unison, sometimes bumping into ruby shards.

Once Death was dragged in to the palace, the orc tugged on Death's cloak.  

Death slapped the orc's hand,  STOP.*

The stone orc appeared confused, knowing he did not hear what Death just said, but somehow understood it.  It shrugged it off,  "only the life can wear cloaks within this house."

SO THEY WANT TO SEE A BARE SKELETON WALKING AROUND?  SOUNDS LIKE A BUNCH OF PERVS TO ME.

The orc would have blinked,  "are you male or female?"

I AM A SKELETON

"Excuse me?"

Death skullpalmed, the stars within it's sockets flickered red in frustration.

"Very well.  Come along."

𝛀𝛀𝛀

Vita smiled at the sight of Death and the orc.  His fangs soon shifted into rectangular herbivore teeth, so he can appear more innocent,  "I apologize for what happened with your hourglasses, monsieur.  I promise, the mess will be cleaned up before you know it."

IF YOU THINK THEY ARE DEAD, THINK AGAIN.

"I don't care about your philosophy, Death.  They're dead in this dimension, and another."

ANOTHER?

Vita refused to answer it's question,  "You seem to care about humans.  Odd."

I DON'T SEE WHY THAT MATTERS.  Death appeared as if it held back a grudge.

Vita stood up, intimidatingly taller than Death,  "You're Death.  You're supposed to like it when people die."

NO.  I DON'T.  YOU'RE THE ONE WHO KILLS THEM, VITA.  I'M JUST YOUR CUSTODIAN CLEANING UP AFTER YOU.

"And I can kill you easily as well."

Death remembered the hourglass it dropped, it's eternal grin grew wider,  YOU STILL HAVE MY SON TO WORRY ABOUT.

"I'm not worried about your son."  Vita snapped his fingers, sending Death back to it's dimension.

Death stood exactly where it once was.  The floor was fully reconstructed, but the broken hourglasses were all missing.

Death huffed and cursed at Vita,  SEE YOU SOON.  REAL SOON.

*Death does not have any vocal chords, and must speak telepathically to speak.  I mean- what do you expect from a 7' tall skeleton?