Death's P.O.V
It was exactly the Monday of the second week of the June holidays. And exactly after that incident he wouldn't let me rest. Not that I was complaining. When I slept, I always dreamt about the damnation of others we've punished but now I think I would wonder about that incident more than anything.

I haven't seen Zoe at all, and I doubt she wants me to come by. It was only at 1 a.m. that specific day that I realized I probably scarred Zack for life. Now all I needed was to kill him and maybe he'll forget it. Jokes, I will never do that but it probably be better than having to relive that memory again and again.

I shook my head. I had been neglecting my duties as a leader and letting my family down. I sat up in my chair once again in the dark room. I got up and walked to the mirror. He had been bugging me to wear something that would strike fear into our enemies.

My reflection blurred and then changed into a man. He was about three metres tall, deadly pale, night black eyes and surrounding him was the black,red background that he called the fade.

Do it, He said. Become whole.
Let me take complete control.

"No. I can handle myself. I don't need more power and a hungry god pushing me to the edge. "

That's where you're wrong. Without me you would be nothing. And the powers that I granted you have kept you alive.

"You didn't grant me these powers; you just allowed me to mature it. And my powers were a curse from the day I was born. You did not grant me anything. Now leave."

He snorted and faded into my reflection. I could still feel him inside me. I mentally laughed. He always spoke about giving me more power and taking control but if he thought about it right, he would just make me more demonic. Though by the way there was no reaction he probably doesn't have something worse in mind than me.

That's right, I'm the baddest.

I grabbed my GTO keys and gun. This war was going to end. Today. I also promised Zoe's parents a ride home. I slowly walked to the garage but before going there I stopped at another room.

I knocked silently but no one answered. Probably because it was a silent knock. So I let myself in. As I opened the door, I took in the sight before me. See, this was actually a room for when gang members want to rest they come to this place. It just so happens that I knew who was in here at that time.

She turned to look at me. Whenever I found her, she was always happy. When she saw me, she ran to tackle me. Luckily for her I lift because I caught her. Her laughter filled the room.

"Hello Grave" She said as I set her down on the bed.

"I hate that nickname you gave me." I said annoyed. "Though I guess it's about the same as Lolli."

"I am no ones Lolli!"

I laughed. Only Caitlyn could make me smile like this. We had an ongoing relationship of sorts. It wasn't really a friend of benefits thing. I'd known her since I was 13. We dated for a while in grade 7 but there was nothing wrong with our relationship. It had just ended, and a lot of tears have been shed from both of us.

"Kate, pass me your phone?" I asked.

"Why?" She asked.

"You just said Caitlyn still likes me beside her mother saying stay away. So I'm going to write a letter on your phone."

She handed over her phone, and I began typing. The words I used weren't really romantic, but they were the truth. When I finished, my eyes were shedding tears. Everything had been true, but it was the last day of school and I was going to high school. Never the less I gave the phone to Kate and she ran to give it to Caitlyn.

I, though, stayed sitting in front of my register class until the bell rang. I got control of myself and walked down to the quad.

But as I walked past, I stood in the line I saw her and she was crying as well. That broke my heart.

I skipped assembly that day. I didn't get into trouble because my ma'am gave me it off. She told me to go clean myself up.

Because of that day I've been hurting myself every day. I've been punching the wall until my fist broke and craved trouble. Lucky for me, I didn't need to go looking for trouble. It followed me around even at school.
And I hoped punching the wall would teach me to fight and I would say it's working.

"You still punching that wall?" She asked.

I looked down. We all know the answer.

She sat down on my lap.

She really was beautiful. Her hair was really soft and long. Ever since we reunited, she hasn't pushed me away. Like in that moment she was wearing her yoga pants and bra. She had a thing for yoga pants even though she didn't do yoga, she just likes to sleep in them apparently.

She had these dark blue eyes and a gorgeous face. I reunited with her exactly a year later. It was when I finished grade 8. I had spent the year climbing the ranks and made it to leader. I had stayed in touch with her sister who was in Cape Town. With my new-found resources, I flew down and spoke to her. That's when I realized that she was actually in the gang business.

I had to wage war in Gauteng to find her. She was in the territory that we lost, and I had fought myself into the hospital just to get her back. In the end, it was worth it.

Her hand pushed up my right sleeve. Many would assume she was going to start something, but that's not what happened. On my right forearm was a massive scar. Beside my addiction to punch walls (pain) , I also started to cut myself. The first time I cut myself was that scar.

Caitlyn loved touching it. I think she still feels guilty, but it was a combination of things that made me do this.

"Jake, are you alright?" She asked seriously.

"I'm fine." I whispered.

"We never see each other unless one of us has problems." She said bitterly.

"It's not my fault you understand me so well." I laughed bitterly.

"I heard about your incident yesterday. Why would you do that?"

"Hades is on edge and so am I. There's something happening that worries us."

"And that girl. I can see you like her."

I didn't get angry. Caitlyn understood me better than anyone else and she understood Hades as well. Only because his soul mate was in her. So now you know, we're both hosting gods. The king and queen of the underworld.

Why do you think I call myself Death? Did you think I just felt like I needed a cool name? No. I'm called Death because I'm THE King of the Underworld. I control everything that happens with people's lives especially when I'm ending them. Hades chose me because I had felt pain like no other mortal ever. Everybody thinks they know pain and most do, as well as cause pain. I'm not going to lie. I've made people cry, get angry and hate me. I hurt them. But I'm that kind of person that thinks about how I hurt people. Especially Psyche. Do you know how it feels to accept pain? It's even worse for the person who causes it. If there's someone who isn't affected like me, then his probably a coldhearted psychopath. Which is not me for now I guess.

"I've avoided dating for a while now and it's hard. I wish I could talk to Exodus or Trigon." I told her.

"And what about me?" She asked. She knew the answer, but she liked to torture me.

"In a weird way you're my wife, Caitlyn. And you know how messy and disastrous I can be when it comes to relationships and even now, you know I can't resist not kissing you."

"I know Jakie. Just remember what happens to your powers when you control them." She warned.

I stood and picked her up, then I threw her on the bed and started tickling her.

"Your too good for me. "

"That's what every guy says. Just go finish this stupid war."