Italics- thoughts/ flashbacks/ dreams

Bold- author talking

Underline- narrator talking, known as the main character

Normal- normal story

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I wanted to flip over so I'm the one on the bottom for once but death said no.

After he kept claiming he would crush me if he laid on top of me, I fell asleep as one does as a response.

Then I dreamed about the fucking ugly ass monster again.

So I'm clung to death again terrified and full of hatred because the fucker won't leave my dreams alone.

"Can I kill the monster?"

"No."

"Why not?"

He caresses my left side, "the feeling will haunt you more than the monster."

"But I just want to sleep," I say in the most pathetic voice.

He leans back some and looks at me, "you will." He then says something and I black out.

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I woke up again but not mad about an ugly looking thing, I hadn't actually seen it. It didn't come to attack me or tear me apart.

I look up, "if only my soreness could go away like that." I say half serious, half curious.

He seems to consider it, "what's sore?"

"My arms and inner thighs." My back is in a different kind of pain.

He gets up and walks over to the foot of the bed and I roll onto my back to watch with my arms over my chest.

He then looks me over for a weird amount of time, "όμορφη τέχνη."

What did he say?

"Can I get a shirt or a bra or something?"

"No."

Wow.

He grabs my right ankle and bends my leg and turns it to the side. He then puts his hands on my thigh and pushes down. I squeak.

Damn, I'm part mouse too.

I'm just a shape shifting animal.

He does the same thing to my left leg. "Did that work?"

"No." I lied. "Try again."

He seems to take this very seriously and keeps massaging my thighs for a good 5 minutes. I'm in heaven.

Heaven is now in hell apparently.

"Is heaven bright?"

"Don't mention that here."

"Alright, but is it bright there since it's dark here?"

He nods and slaps my thigh. I give him a look and he grins like Cheshire cat.

"Why are you so handsy?"

"Would you rather have me completely ignore you instead? It's one or the other."

I shake my head. I couldn't stand being ignored after being treated like this. He would be collecting the rest of my soul too if that happened.

He then kneels on the bed before crawling over me so I'm trapped under him. I look at his beautiful eyes that perfectly contrast with his inhumanly hot face that is also intimidating.

"You're enticing and sublime." He puts his hands on the sides of my head with his thumbs on the bare edges of my cheeks and there's deep admiration in his eyes like I'm a cute animal. "Can I love you till as long as you live?"

"...Sure?"

What does one say to that? Who knew this feared man that is known as the embodiment of death is a romantic?

Or he could be doing this to make me fall hopelessly in love and then bury it to break me.

Hopefully It's the first one.

He leans down so we're forehead to forehead.

"Can I kiss you?"

My heart quickens till I can feel it.

"...no?"

"Can I drown your perfect body with kisses?"

I've been dreaming of this for years but in a different setting and with my future husband.

"Sure" I say, trying to hide my giddy excitement.

He looks at me with the uttermost excitement like a puppy that just got adopted.

"You sure?"

I nod a bit too much. Just a bit.

He kisses my nose without a second of hesitation. He then kisses my cheeks and forehead and moves to my jaw. He kisses every single square inch of me that he can reach and I feel this feeling.

I don't think it's love but it's something. All of me feels hot and I want to roll in a ball with excitement. My stomach and chest feels so tight. But I feel so light and not weighed down for once. I don't feel any pain or soreness, just his lips on my soft skin.

He barades my neck with perfectly timed and spaced kisses. He doesn't do it so it's like only he's getting something out of this. He doesn't painfully drag it out either.

He kisses my collarbone, the top half of my chest, my shoulders and my arms while I try not to be too fidgety.

Fidgety is an understatement. I want to do backflips and shit.

I'll break my back in the process.

I also want to drag my hands up and down his hot body.

But I don't touch things that aren't mine. According to his logic I do own him.

That's why it's his logic.

He grabs my hand and I get nervous for a second but he kisses the back, the palm and each fingertip and knuckle. He respectively puts my arm back and does the same to my other hand.

He really wasn't lying when he said drown. I feel suffocated with this tingly feeling that has a chokehold on my heart.

It's like a ping but doesn't hurt.

I would be walking into people, door frames and the walls from sharp turns of the hallways if I was in school right now.

But instead I'm here doing whatever this is. Whatever the mesmeric and magnetic feeling this is made by an outlandish creation.

I have the biggest and goofiest smile. A drunken smile if you must.

He kisses every part of my stomach and abdomen that isn't covered by the blanket.

If he was wearing lipstick I would be completely covered in it. Well the top half of me.

He then stops and I can feel the change of temperature with him not against me.

I really want to say holy hell because that's all I can think of. I'm com-jomber-biber-fobobled.

This would be the 3rd time I would have fainted in the movie.

Or I would have given up my morals and let him fuck me while I'm blinded by false love but I'm not that stupid. I know this isn't love because love is built on trust. He doesn't trust me and I blindly trust him with no reasoning.

With no trust there's no communication. Sure he talks to me as much as I talk to him but we don't tell each other how we feel that well. It's not a relationship if the biggest key factor isn't there.

Now is not a time to complain, especially when I'm way ahead of myself.

He crawls onto the bed on my left side. Every time he gets on the bed I realize how small my bed is. Well it's small for him and not me but he is fucking huge.

He wraps an arm around my upper back and under my right arm and his other arm under my other arm. He then pulls me against him in a way where my back is sort of against him and his leg is holding me up too so I can see his face some.

He puts his beautiful hand on the side of my face with my ear between his thumb and fingers. He gently turns my head to face me.

He looks as if he's remembering a memory before talking, still in some type of trance.

He says this in the most delicate voice I didn't know he could use with his naturally deep voice. "You're an antique porcelain doll. So classic and beautiful, made with a lot of love. Survived so long through all the times but still so delicate. Still so crushable but somehow still here. The most perfect face and body. The most pretty eyes and hair. Pretty little fingers."

I'm fam-bimber-bobled again. Oh he's good at this.

I look at the lines on his body with a flustered smile and hurting cheeks. It looks like he was broken and poorly put back together. I subconsciously trace the lines.

The smooth white ones hold together the jagged black ones. It branches off like a tree with no trunk, no beginning and no end. They dance together intertwined and covered by another set doing the same thing. The white ones hold up the black ones while the black ones cover the white ones. They go on and on with no end.

I just wrap my arms around him not knowing how to feel or process anything from this glorified morning.

Hugs work when words and thinking don't.

I look up at him, he's still staring off at the distance but now with a sad smile.

"Thank you."

He comes back to this unplanned reality and faces me, "for what?"

I push the hair out of his face, "for the experience."

His face says he's having an internal battle but he smiles after a second and wraps his arm around me and pulls me impossibly closer and rests his head on mine. He even wraps his legs around me. I'm completely swallowed by him.

All of his curves are pressed into mine.

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"Let me go dammit."

"No."

"Why not?"

"Because I say so."

"I don't want to be here alone."

"I'll send Lucifer to accompany you."

"I don't want a damn babysitter."

"Then go to school."

"The day is over Mr, I want to stay in bed all day and be very affectionate."

"You loved it."

"Just let me go. I want to see what you do when you randomly disappear for an undecided amount of time."

"You're not going."

"And why not?"

"You will see a lot of people die."

I walk over to in front of him. He's sitting on my bed, fully clothed with his legs wrapped around the corner. He would be adorable if I wasn't mad.

I put a finger on his nose, "take me with you." I say in my most threatening voice which is pathetic.

I usually end up in tears before threatening someone.

Unless they're Aaleyah.

He looks unamused. I'm unamused too.

I cup my hands around his face, "take me with, you big fucker." It's been 15 fucking minutes of this.

He just looks at me. Well 2 can play this game.

My inner Italian stares him down. After too long he drags his hands down his face and stands up. I take a step back but keep my face the same.

"Fine." He sighs.

I get excited. He shakes his head, probably rethinking all his life choices.

If 'yippee-i-o' was a feeling then that's how I feel.

"Wait, the fish." I walk over to the fish and feed them. I then walk back over to death who wears the facial expression of a child.

"You need shoes." I walk over to the other side of my bed and put my flippers on. "And a cloak."

I look around the room I have yet to sort out. I don't have a cloak. Where the hell does someone get one? I throw the blanket over my head and wrap it around me. I then look at him as a proud toddler that finally did something right.

His face softens and he half heartedly smiles with a chuckle before walking over. "That won't work sweetheart."

Oh. That's disappointing.

He takes it off of me and throws it on the bed. Then one appears on me. It's dark red. Like really dark but not brown.

It doesn't go with my colorful pants or bright yellow shirt.

"Gimme a second..." I walk over to the closet and switch my clothes out for all black and walk back.

"This is nice." I feel like some super bad ass mysterious person.

He pats me on the head. Why does he do that?

"Are you ready?"

I nod. He drapes his hand over my shoulders and the scenery changes to this giant endless field with the most perfect sky.

This tall human animal thing with many wings walks over. I swear it came out of thin air. What is the deal with everything being so tall and terrifying looking? WhHhYyYyYyYyyYyyyYyyyy?????

The ox, bird,furry muscle man with many wings, like 6, walks over and towers over both of us. What the actual fuck? WhY aM I sO dAmN sHoRt?!?!?

Well he makes death look small too so it's not only me. Damn, now death is short so I must be microscopic.

This big furry starts sniffing death. Death stands with his arms out and shit like this is airport security. The giant thing then walks over to me and I just look straight up.

He's 3 times taller than me. I'm fucking terrified. I look over at death like I'm going to die. He just smiles. I look back up to the giant beast and he stares at me like a wild animal that wants to attack but doesn't.

I hold my arms up like damn airport security. Well I've never been in one but I've seen enough on TV. The giant thing starts sniffing me. Is his nose a metal detector? I don't have any metal. Do my bracelets count?

The furry looks me dead in the eyes before walking away. What is with everyone looking in my eyes? Do they have an eye fettish? Ew.

I hide behind death and watch the giant wing lover walk to a barely noticeable white line hiding in the grass. The air changes and feels much lighter and I see a giant tree. It looks so old.

Well everything has been looking old lately. Well giant, old and terrifying. How does death live with all this?

And how did a tree appear out of nowhere?

"What is that and how did a tree appear out of nowhere?" I quietly ask.

He turns some to face me and pulls the hood over my head, "that's a cherubim, he protects the tree and there was a spell to hide the tree."

"What's so special about the tree?"

"You'll see." He starts walking to it and I follow.

We walk past the giant furry ox wing man. I look at him and he looks back. After getting creeped out a minute later I turned around.

I look at the giant old tree that's full of ridges and cracks beyond belief. Its trunk is wider than me and its branches curve and twist more than the vines decorating them.

Something white is shoved in my face. I push his hand back and see a white butterfly.

"See, so pretty and delicate." He says, sharply staring at it with his whole being.

It looks angelic. He pulls it away from me and holds it in front of him.

"So simple and beautiful yet-" he runs a finger down it's back "-crushable." He closes his hand and I hear a crack.

I froze and stared at his closed hand in horror. I see blood go around his fingers.

"Why'd you do that?!? The poor thing did nothing to you, you big arsehole!"

He looks at me evily amused like this is some game. This is terrifying. I'm terrified. My stomach hurts, I feel like running away but I don't know where to go.

"I'm messing with you." He holds the bloody closed hand in front of me and I'm too scared to move.

He opens his hand and the butterfly isn't crushed. The blood doesn't even touch its perfectly white wings. It still looks angelic.

It leaves his hand and flies on to my nose before disappearing into the old tree.

I look at him, "how?"

"It's a spirit. Every white thing here is a spirit."

Am I a spirit then?

"Where'd the blood come from? What was that crack?"

I hear it again. I look down at his still outstretched, now closed, bloody hand and there's more blood.

Then another crack.

And another.

I watch the blood trail around the back of his hand and down his wrist. I watch it fall to the perfectly green grass but it disappears as soon as it hits the ground.

"Huh?"

He opens his hand and sucks the blood off before showing me again. There's 4 puncture wounds.

"Where'd the crack come from?"

"Bone."

He stabs his hand with his sharp nail and keeps pushing it in till there is another crack and he pulls the nail out.

Eewwwwww. He seems fond of it.

I kick his shin as hard as I can. He looked down at me, "what was that for?"

"Your horrible prank, you ass."

He slaps his bloody deformed hand on the beautiful tree trunk.

"It was great, no one got hurt."

"You did."

He pulls his hand away from the tree, it looks completely fine. "No I didn't."

I look at the spot expecting a bloody handprint on it and instead see straight claws. No hand print. It fades away before I can try to figure out what it is.

"What the?"

I turn again but he's not there. I turn to my right and see the cherubim watching me. I quickly look away.

Am I abandoned?

I see death mainly on the other side of the tree by the edge of it. I walk over and see him picking pieces of the fancy paper from the branches but I don't see them on the branches. Only as soon as he 'plucked' them and put them in his other hand.

I remember the one he handed me from the creep on Sunday. I go to grab it from my pocket. Then I remember I'm not wearing my sweater.

"Why am I wearing this?"

"No 'normal' looking person is allowed here. No one on this side of everything wears normal clothes."

"So cloaks aren't normal?"

"Not ones made from magic." He walked past me to a different branch and shoved the whole pole of little papers in his never ending pockets.

I follow, "Can they do anything magical?"

"Hide things." He walks over to the next main branch.

"Lucifer's clothes look normal."

"He wears the blood of his enemies."

"Blood can be clothes?"

He pauses for a second like that was the stupidest thing he's ever heard. "No, the clothes are stained with blood."

"Are angels his enemies?"

He walks to the other side of the tree, "some times."

"Isn't that bad? Like murdering angels."

"God does it, why can't Lucifer?"

He walks to another section of the tree and I follow, "God kills his angels?!"

He nods, "my arms hurt, Έλα."

Who's eya?

He quickly walks back over to the cherubim and I skip every other step to keep up.

I look at the massive being. Death bows his head and the furry does the same before looking over to me. I quickly do the same and he does the same to me.

This is fancy.

Death then puts his arms over my shoulders and the scenery quickly changes to a hospital hallway. Not like the one I was at last week.

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😏 How are y'all?

I made a drawing and I love it. Y'all will see it soon enough cuz it goes with the chapters.

And I'ma attempt to draw death again. I'm not that great at drawing male features but I'ma try. This will be #3.