When She Saw Me
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There she was.
Heart shattered. Her angry breath came in puffs of warm mist against the cold air. Her pale skin, kissed with pink, was pinched in an expression of angry grief. She stood in front of the graves of her parents– Caleb and Aria–who had died recently. I couldn’t recall the exact date but I recalled every gruesome detail. They were kind, I remembered, and remorseful of their last interaction with their daughter. The pain they had inflicted upon her, which was so evident as she crouched down in front of their graves.
Asena Black was never one to truly show her emotions, but in this private moment where my presence hadn’t been detected, she ran a hand through her limp, blonde hair as tears began to spill down her cheeks. She squeezed her eyes shut–
“Shame, isn’t it?” I blurted out to alert her. Witnessing this moment felt like a violation.
She spun to meet me, her eyes wide and her lips parted in surprise. Her eyes roved my face and I knew what she would see there. Brown curls, pale skin, and the glowing, yellow eyes of a demon.
Her face puckered in defiance and she wiped her face. “Get away! Or…or I’ll call the police!” her voice was just as soft and beautiful as I remembered.
I smiled. “And they’ll see you talking to…” I glanced around at the empty graveyard in amusement; “to who?”
She didn’t reply, only stared at me in fear.
I sighed. “Forgive me, it’s been a long time since I’ve come to this realm without the intention of picking up a soul.” I extended my hand with a slight bow. “I have many names but you may call me by my favorite: Death.”
Her expression became unreadable as her eyes continued to search my face. “Like…the grim reaper?”
“Sure, but please call me Death.”
She was suddenly looking at my wrist with interest and I realized she was staring at the only keepsake I had to my old life– the brand of my clan.
I took her trembling hand. It was unspeakably warm in my cold hand, a reminder of the difference between mortal and immortal. I sighed, trying not to show my frustration.
Mortality never suited her. She was too wild, too fragile for the harshness of this cruel realm. It had only taken from her, in this life and her last, and I wondered if she could feel the loss now, or if she could only feel the pain of her parents loss.
Suddenly her eyes snapped up to mine, recognition lighting them up. “Death!” she whispered. She leapt into my arms, excitement and bewilderment tightening her embrace.
“Too close,” My Master whispered into my ear.
She went limp in my arms.
I turned to my Master. The Master couldn’t be described as feminine nor masculine, but they did present however they wanted. Today, they presented as feminine with deep green eyeliner highlighting their inhumanly gold eyes. They smiled and put their hands on my shoulders, digging their nails in. I didn’t react.
“You never said I couldn’t interact with her here,” I told them.
“Leave it to you to find a loophole to exploit.”
“Leave it to you to give me one to exploit.”
They grinned. “It’s always so much fun when you exploit them.” They detached themselves from me. “Besides, what fun would it be if I didn’t give her a chance?”
My eyes narrowed. “You mean give me a chance?”
“We both know who will win this,” The Master chuckled, “and it won’t be us. It’ll be the broken girl who uses the shards of her soul as weapons.”
When She Saw Me
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There she was.
Heart shattered. Her angry breath came in puffs of warm mist against the cold air. Her pale skin, kissed with pink, was pinched in an expression of angry grief. She stood in front of the graves of her parents– Caleb and Aria–who had died recently. I couldn’t recall the exact date but I recalled every gruesome detail. They were kind, I remembered, and remorseful of their last interaction with their daughter. The pain they had inflicted upon her, which was so evident as she crouched down in front of their graves.
Asena Black was never one to truly show her emotions, but in this private moment where my presence hadn’t been detected, she ran a hand through her limp, blonde hair as tears began to spill down her cheeks. She squeezed her eyes shut–
“Shame, isn’t it?” I blurted out to alert her. Witnessing this moment felt like a violation.
She spun to meet me, her eyes wide and her lips parted in surprise. Her eyes roved my face and I knew what she would see there. Brown curls, pale skin, and the glowing, yellow eyes of a demon.
Her face puckered in defiance and she wiped her face. “Get away! Or…or I’ll call the police!” her voice was just as soft and beautiful as I remembered.
I smiled. “And they’ll see you talking to…” I glanced around at the empty graveyard in amusement; “to who?”
She didn’t reply, only stared at me in fear.
I sighed. “Forgive me, it’s been a long time since I’ve come to this realm without the intention of picking up a soul.” I extended my hand with a slight bow. “I have many names but you may call me by my favorite: Death.”
Her expression became unreadable as her eyes continued to search my face. “Like…the grim reaper?”
“Sure, but please call me Death.”
She was suddenly looking at my wrist with interest and I realized she was staring at the only keepsake I had to my old life– the brand of my clan.
I took her trembling hand. It was unspeakably warm in my cold hand, a reminder of the difference between mortal and immortal. I sighed, trying not to show my frustration.
Mortality never suited her. She was too wild, too fragile for the harshness of this cruel realm. It had only taken from her, in this life and her last, and I wondered if she could feel the loss now, or if she could only feel the pain of her parents loss.
Suddenly her eyes snapped up to mine, recognition lighting them up. “Death!” she whispered. She leapt into my arms, excitement and bewilderment tightening her embrace.
“Too close,” My Master whispered into my ear.
She went limp in my arms.
I turned to my Master whose hand was still extended from knocking her unconscious. I frowned. The Master couldn’t be described as feminine nor masculine, but they did present however they wanted. Today, they presented as feminine with deep green eyeliner highlighting their inhumanly gold eyes. They smiled and put their hands on my shoulders, digging their nails in. I didn’t react.
“You never said I couldn’t interact with her here,” I told them.
“Leave it to you to find a loophole to exploit.”
“Leave it to you to give me one to exploit.”
They grinned. “It’s always so much fun when you exploit them.” They detached themselves from me. “Besides, what fun would it be if I didn’t give her a chance?”
My eyes narrowed. “You mean give me a chance?”
“We both know who will win this,” The Master chuckled, “and it won’t be us. It’ll be the broken girl who uses the shards of her soul as weapons.”
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