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                        Ace’s magical and quick way traveling brought us to an alley, aloof from pedestrians shuffling in the night along the sidewalk. Disoriented, deprived of oxygen because of the strange form of transportation, I shoved away from the warlock’s hard muscled frame and braced my hands on my knees.

                        As I bent over, I felt the press of the cold dagger against my hip and I thought back to the conversation I had with Malphas. He wanted me to go to the D & S Towers’ event and attack Death. Which meant that David had to be Death. What else could that have meant? I was going to pierce Death in the heart and poison him, because it was the only way Malphas could help me remove the Angel of Death from my life.

                        “I will stab Death in the heart.”

                         A headache began to pound behind my eyes. Stab Death. I was going to stab him?

                        This isn’t you.

                        I removed my hands from my knees and stared down at them. They were shaking violently.

                        I tilted my head up. Ace was watching my closely.

                         “What did you do to me?” I asked slowly.

                        Ace smiled, but it didn’t quite reach his eyes. “I thought Malphas made it clear that we were going to the D & S Chicago Crime Prevention event, and that you were going to stab Death in the heart with that dagger.” He said the last part slowly, pronouncing every word, staring intensely at me. “Were those directions not clear?”

                        “They were clear,” I said mechanically, stunned that I had no control over my answer. A moment later, I forgot about the hypnosis.

                        “Now, I do not like to be late to these kinds of things, so let’s get you ready.” With a heavy sigh, Ace briefly took off his hat, running a hand through his colorful hair and studying my clothes. A headache pounded behind my eyes, and once again, I was aware that he had hypnotized me. “Your outfit needs to go. We must show more skin and cleavage. Something that says ‘I am classy, but still super sl*tty’—“

                         “Wait a minute—!“

                        “--because I’m certain that is the only way you will make Death jealous enough at this event, ma chère.” Ace continued to speak as if I hadn’t said a word stepped back, promptly smoothing out the lapels of his loud colored suit, and as he did so, the fabric darkened to a deep purple. “I’m thinking this color for you as well, yes? Although, I do fear that Death would prefer depressing colors and skulls…”

                        “WAIT!” I threw my hand out. “Now wait a damn minute, Houdini!” I snapped, grabbing the warlock’s full attention. I stepped towards him, enraged. “I want to know what the hell is going on here! As in, what is going on? What just happened back there with Malphas? With you? With that—that ticking thing?” Horrified, I reached into my pants and pulled out the dagger Malphas had given me. “A dagger? Really? What is this? Macbeth? This is the 21st century and I’m up against the Angel of Death. The least you could have done was give me a machine gun, or a tank—or—or maybe a wrecking ball!”

                          Ace looked stunned. “You have removed the hypnosis...”

                        “You and Malphas honestly wanted me to try and poison Death, so that you could kill him? One: I’m not a killer, and two: I’m a human, and he eats humans. Does this honestly still seem like a great plan to you?” Now I was shaking, I was getting so heated. “Because it seems pretty shitty plan to me, and it also seems to want to end with me not breathing!”

                        “I understand that you are angry—“

                        “I’m enraged!” I shouted. “You tried to force me to do poison the an immortal being!” My eyes then darted to the ground, searching the pavement. “I don’t want to stab you with the dagger, because I’m a nice person, but a rock would really be convenient right now to throw at your dick! You jerk!”

                        “I’ve insulted you, but I’m sure we can discuss this like two reasonable species. We could come to some sort of agreement. What do you want, ma chère? I will give you anything.”

                        “Agree to this!” I shouted, throwing a disregarded glass battle at his crotch.

                        Ace vanished in a burst of purple dust, and the glass shattered against a brick wall. He reappeared directly in front of me with a scoff. Up close, I could determine that Ace was certainly in his early twenties, when he came off as much older with his words, and his clothes. He too, like Death, and all of the other supernatural creatures I had encountered, were frozen in time in the same exact way, and I couldn’t help but feel a tad disturbed by that.

                         “Malphas came to me because he knew you would not do what it took to get Death to back off,” he rushed out, dodging a piece of garbage I threw. “The poison would not kill Death, it would debilitate him.”

                        “So that you could do what to him? Seek your revenge? Eat your family? Did he give you that limp? Did he hurt your warlocky pride? Have you had a empty jar in that back room of yours, labeled ‘Arch Enemy 7098’, with Death’s name on it?”

                        When Ace didn’t answer, my wittiness rapidly disintegrated. One of those was right. Or maybe it was all three?

                        “Because his body is with his soul in Limbo, Death needs to eat. If he is deprived of souls for a certain amount of time, cut off from his Reapers and the earthly realm, his undead body will slowly mummify,” Ace finally said, his voice hollow and empty of emotion. “He wouldn’t die. We would send have to a different realm for this to happen. Perhaps Limbo again, where he was sent for you to be able to meet with Malphas. This is your only option to escape him, Faith.”

                        I slumped against the brick wall of the ally, letting that all soak in. He wouldn’t die.

                        “The dagger laced with the poison, is mine. It’s hexed, and will give your arm strength and quickness when you use it. I will not try and hypnotize you again. I am asking you. Will you do this for me?”

                        At that moment, I realized how beaten I felt, continuing to be used by the supernatural creatures around me. “I’d rather sign his stupid contract.”

                         “What?” Ace’s eyes roamed over me, a frown wedged between his eyebrows. “Ma chère, you are giving up your life. You do not know what you’re saying. You are not thinking clearly.”

                         “No, you are not thinking clearly,” I exploded, “and if I didn’t know any better, this is all because you and Malphas have some serious beef with this guy! Well, grow up, because you’re all a billion years old! Death might be a pain in my ass, but I can’t believe you would ever ask me do something like that, to anyone, and think I would agree to it!” I cut him off in a fiery rage, getting up close and personal with him. The guy was clearly terrified of angry women because he had yet to use his magic wand-cane thing on me. “What you’re asking me to do is horrible! I’d honestly rather just sign his stupid contract, than make anyone suffer like that! I--I wouldn’t be able to live with myself!”

                        “Without him, ma chère,” Ace snapped. “You wouldn’t be able to live without him, is what you mean.”

                        I stepped away from the brick wall, stepping so close to the handsome warlock that we were chest to chest.

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                        “You can dress me up as pretty as you want and push my breasts out twenty feet, there’s still no way in hell I could get a dagger inside of that man—monster—whatever the hell he is.  He’s insane. He thinks of me as food. He calls me cupcake, for heaven’s sake, he want’s to bite a chunk of flesh off of me. There’s also no doubt in my mind that the guy has a fetish for sharp objects too, and you honestly wanted me to try and poison him? He’d slice and dice me and sauté me in a pan, like an onion!”

                        Ace opened his mouth to say something, and then stopped.

                        “Do you have any idea how furious Death is going to be when he sees me?” I asked. “He was sent another realm because I called Malphas, who he clearly has some background with, and he’s going to blame me for it.”

                        Ace shook his head and pivoted around, showing me his back and muttering something in French.

                        “What?” I demanded. “Just say it! Say whatever lies you want to spew at me, that’s what you evil guys do best!”

                        “Perhaps you forgot your position in this matter, ma chère.” The French warlock turned his head over his shoulder and tightened his lips together, those violet eyes drilling into me as he looked down at me. “You owe me a favor.” He pivoted, coming towards me, and as he did so, his eyes began to glow and air whipped against my body, like whips lashing my skin, and thunder rolled in the dark sky above us. “This is my favor, and you will follow through on it, or else you will deal with the repercussions of denying my favor!”

                        My breathing halted.

                        “You sill girl, you’ve swooned into the arms of a monster, and I now I see what you’ve become. Reckless. What happened to the smart girl I met not too long ago?” the warlock continued, disgusted at the mere sight of me, “I know him better than you will ever know him. I’ve seen him at his worst, I’ve seen him at his finest, and I’ve seen him lose himself entirely. I see all, and you see nothing. Do not question my judgment! I am saving your life! You think you love him, and he will use this against you, and he will kill you! Now enough with this so-called kindness, that is preventing you from grabbing your life by the reigns, and saving your soul. It’s your heart that is stopping you from doing this! I will not stand here in front of you, evil or not, and let it take the steering wheel for you, and drive you off a cliff! You need this help! My help! You are lost, ma chère.”

            That was when I knew…

            Through the manipulation, the torture, the horrific games and the trauma that Death put me through, somehow – whether it was right or wrong -- I had fallen hopelessly in love with the Grim Reaper.

            I loved Death.

            Nothing was rational about the way I felt right then and there.

            And at the time, it was an epiphany of sorts, where I realized I could somehow love a man—a creature—who was so damaged and cruel to me, yet so…

            The powerful emotions I felt towards Death had been nearby all along and they were not going anywhere, anytime soon. The love first blossomed when I was a child, when I saw Death as a friend and a protector, and molded into something so passionate and raw that it was spinning out of control, and Dorothy surely wouldn’t be able to get back home this time.

            We had a bond. We had a connection. I knew it from the moment he reappeared to me in full form at Thomas Gregory’s pool house, when the world fell away and it was just he and I, facing off, about to perform our usual dance of cat and mouse. We had that electric spark between each other, but not like the electric spark in those usual sappy romance stories, which involve a physical caress. What Death and I had was much more intense and terrifying, and it was present even without us actually touching….

            Terrifying, in that we were from two different worlds and those worlds were colliding faster and slyer than anyone could have ever foreseen. Death was a ruthless, tortured beast driven by power and selfishness. He had absorbed so much experience from the world, and surely lost so much in his life, that if he were to sit me down and tell it all to me, I would grow too old to listen, a quarter into the story.

            It was all coming into full view now. The projector screen was sliding down and the film began to roll. There, on the screen, I saw a naïve girl with my long black hair and blue eyes. She was a hopelessly stubborn girl who fell hard for a man wasn’t a man at all. And her heart crushed into smithereens, as she finally realized that that film, displayed on the projector screen, would never have a happy ending. And deep down, that was exactly what the naïve, hopeless girl wanted.

            It was a horror film, and she was the target of the murderer.

                        Vision blurred. I tried to push Ace away from with my hands, but he remained like a weighted down boulder in front of me. I thrashed against him, but he caged me against the wall with his body. I felt vulnerable, exposed, and I began to sob.

                        “I don’t want to be in love with him!”

                        “You aren’t.”

                        At that, I frowned. “How do you know?”

                        "Love is a simple word but the physical reality of it is much more complex than what you are feeling right now, ma chère,” Ace said, securing my hands firmly at my sides. His face was inches away. “You can't beckon love towards you with a baby voice or loop a leash around its neck and tie it to a tree. Love comes at you when you don't expect it, and it arrives at full force, collapsing on top of you like an avalanche. It could suffocate you, or it could be one of the best feelings in the world…

                        “When the moment is right, that love won't flee once you get the strength to lift it up off of you. Instead, it will remain in your hands forever and you will be able to carry it around and around. You will be able to show it off, but you won't want to. You'll value it too much, like the precious, dainty thing that it is because secretly you'll fear losing it again and being alone. Know this, ma chère. Know that chances are, at the end of the day, you, and every other person who thinks they are "love", really aren't, and you will never find the true person who fits you perfectly in the world, in every single way, who could return your love back to you without any faults. You all won't find that one special person because you all want to be in love and you want it far too quickly for it to come naturally to you with someone else.”

                        The warlock was now closer now. I never noticed him breath until then, until his full lips were inches from me.

                        “So feel it collapse like an avalanche on you again, ma chère. But this time, tell it to kindly f*ck off, because I can assure you, what you feel towards Death is not true love. It’s something wicked, that wears Love’s skin, like it’s a coat.” His violet gaze dropped to my lips, mouth parting slightly. “What you feel is lust.”

                        I stared up at the warlock in confusion, feeling the heat from his body like a radiator against my belly. Suddenly, in a moment of weakness, I reached up and gripped Ace by both sides of his skull and crushed his mouth hotly against mine. He froze for a moment, but then his tongue licked the inside of my mouth, in a way that made my thighs tighten together and the hairs stand up on the back of my neck, and his fingers dug into my backside…

                        My senses all went numb, and I felt a pressure building inside of me. Images flashed on the back of my eyelids, and I slowly detached from the world . . .

                        My eyes burst open, and I was no longer in that ally with Ace. I was in his book room, which I had been in a while back to get one of his readings. My gaze fixated on the center of the room, at the round table with the large, clear crystal ball. The numerous ornaments, candles, and colorful jars around the room distracted me…

                         “Bonsoir, my old friend.” My eyes snapped to my left, where I now noticed Ace standing. He was facing a mirror an ancient mirror, but his reflection was not visible. “You have certainly gotten yourself in quite the… dilemma, have you not?” He spoke in a condescending, cruel way, clearly enjoying this conversation. “Your cloak…he is in his original form and is surely livid. And votre amour, Faith, is as good as dead—“

                         “Ta gueule!” Death’s booming voice, startled me. I spun around, as if he would be right behind me, finding the room completely empty, and then slowly stepped towards Ace. The mirror was large enough that I had room to stand next to him and see inside as well.

                         “She’s as good as dead, period,” Death’s deep voice, with its slight lilt, continued to pool from the mirror. “Stop playing games with me. I want out, warlock, and we know damn well how we both work. What do you want in return?”

                        “I do not know what games you are talking about, ami. I do not play games.”

                        “I’m not a fucking idiot!” Death barked. “I know you have something to do with me being in here! It was your spell that Atticus used! Only you are dumb enough to detach me from my cloak and my scythe!”

                        “Dumb?” Ace snorted. “Was supposed to convince me to help you?”

                        “I don’t have much time, Ace. This damn mirror is timing my conversation. I thought I just didn’t know the pathways, but I see now that magic doesn’t work either. There’s a wall now between Limbo and earth, and it’s powerful as hell. Honestly, what bastard made it so difficult to escape this place?”

                        “You,” Ace snorted.

                        “Oh.”

                        The warlock looked bored, playing with his rings. “Do you want to know what I want, or what?”

                        “You can’t have Faith,” Death hissed out.

                         “You insult me. I do not win women over with trickery, Fallen. If I want a woman in my bed, I kiss her with my tongue. Rouler une pelle.”

                        “You can French kiss my ass, if you don’t tell me what the hell you want.”

                        “First, a story.” Ace smirked. “You see, Fallen, Malphas approached me the other day and requested that I help him, and you know how I like to help …”

                        “Help him, what?” Death demanded, and as if realizing he sounded far too concerned, he laughed it off. “Help you fool around inside his pants? I knew French men played on both teams, but a bird? You wicked warlock…”

                        Ace’s eyes narrowed in annoyance. “Malphas wanted a particular blade from me,” Ace continued, ignoring Death’s commentary. “He took out a dagger; identical to the one Malphas gave me, from his purple suit jacket, and then ran his finger over the blade. “You recognize this, yes? The blade you discovered as a child?”

                        Death didn’t say anything for a moment. “Yes, that’s Ahirmad’s blade. How did you find that?”

                        Ace shrugged. “I own many things, Death. This is the only blade that could ever pierce through your cloak, into you, and send Ahrimad back to Limbo, so that you would be more vulnerable. Malphas wanted this, because he planned to poison you, and he wanted Faith to do it for him. He knew that she was the only one who could get close enough to you to stab you in the heart. It’s hexed, so that only she can use it. Malphas will be calling me shortly to escort Faith to the D & S Towers event, just to make sure that dagger goes into your chest.”

                        “Thank you.”

                        “Thank you? You have not even heard my part of the deal…”

                        “Yes, thank you,” Death said, his voice growing colder, harsher. “I never planned on making any deal with you. I just needed you. So, like I said, thank you.”

                        Suddenly, the surface of the mirror in front of him went black. Ace took a step back, his eyes widening. He began to transport out of the room, a halo of purple dust sparking around him, when dark mass shot out of the mirror, entering straight through the warlock’s mouth.

                        Ace fell back to the floor, his staff thrown back onto the ground. Convulsing, clutching at his throat, Ace rocked on the ground. He let out a strangled noise, his head thrashing to the right and the left. He rolled over onto his stomach, wheezing, eyes slammed shut, curled into a ball.

                        “You won’t…last,” Ace hissed out. “I’ll fight you.”

                        All of the sudden, Ace let out a strangled noise and went still.

                        His eyes burst open, pupils dilated over the width of his violet irises.

                        He leapt onto the balls of his feet like a cat, eyes narrowing around the room.

                         Ace looked down at his hands, and then, with a wolfish grin that didn’t quite fit Ace, the warlock outstretched his right hand, towards the magical staff that had been thrown across the room, and slowly curled his fingers towards himself.

                        WHOOSH!

                        The cane flew across the room, ending up in his tight grip.

                        “It seems you’ve forgotten something about me, warlock”--the imposter who had overtaken Ace’s body cracked his head sharply to the side, then licked his upper lip a little-- “I like to bite back.”

                        When I awoke from the vision, Ace’s hand was wrapped tightly around my throat, and I was three feet off the ground, looking down at him.

                         A wicked grin framed his mouth.

                        “Bonjour, cupcake.”

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