Chapter 1
A sigh escaped his lips as he wiped his knife clean of blood. “This would’ve been a lot fucking easier if you had only stayed still…” he mumbled, turning away from her. “You’re a damned monster… I hope you’ll get what you fuck—” Her weak attempt to fight back was cut off as he stomped down on her face.
“Pathetic.”
Shaking blood off of his shoe, he kicked her one last time, to ensure she was dead. “Hoooly shiiiit. I’ve gotta say, I’m quite impressed. I haven’t seen a human do something this fucked up in a while. That’s a lie. But still, that was pretty fucking sick.” Said a raspy voice behind him, causing him to slowly turn, his eyes widened in surprise. Furrowing his eyebrows, he raised his knife again, unprepared for the sight that awaited him. He stood dumbfounded. It was a tall hooded figure, wearing a jacket with a leather vest over it, dark grey jeans, and a pair of thick combat boots—a huge contrast from his formal suit and tie. “Who the hell are you? How’d you get down here?” He questioned, looking the figure up and down suspiciously.
The figure was silent for a moment, before it began to chuckle with a slight hint of a wheeze. Clearing its throat, it removed the hood, revealing a surprisingly handsome chiseled face, long silvery-grey hair, and a pair of dark lusty eyes. “I am Death,” he said, his voice much more smooth and deep now that it had been cleared. “And you must be Zeke, yes?” Letting out a breath, Zeke took a step back, his knuckles turning white as he tightened his grip on the knife. “How the fuck do you know my name?”
Death chuckled once again, shaking his head. “Like I said, I’m Death. Which means, dear mortal, that I know who everyone is.” Grinning sheepishly, he scratched the nape of his neck. Zeke glared at him, unamused. “If you’re gonna take her soul, make it snappy. I’m busy at the monent.” He gestured to the woman’s body before waving Death off and crossing his arms. Death shook his head, smiling. “Nah, I think I’ll stay awhile, fuck with you a bit.” He raised a suggestive eyebrow, taking a couple steps forward. Though that comment caught him off guard, and admittedly flustered him a bit, Zeke scoffed. “Great, you’re a pain in the ass and a pervert…” he mumbled, rolling his eyes.
Death grinned, stepping even closer to Zeke until they were mere inches apart. With a dangerous look in his dark blue eyes, he grabbed Zeke by the chin, forcing him to stare at him, wide-eyed. “Just warning you of what’s to come.”
A dark glint appearing in Zeke’s eyes, he grabbed Death by the hair, pulling him down until he was the one looking down. “Be careful what you wish for, brat.”
