Vivian and Fate stood face to face. Vivian couldn't understand what fate was trying to tell her and Fate understood that.

"There are three divine angels- Life, Fate and Death. Rest all are made by them. All other angels were mortals before except the three divine angels. They are angels by birth.

We are strictly prohibited to interact with mortals. We can talk to their souls, but not in their consciousness. About few hundred years ago, Death broke that rule. He killed a human girl before her time because he fell for her. He learned then, that he could keep the soul away from the stairs if he tore away the page of the Antabulam. So, he did that. She would go around with him everywhere. Just like you followed him everywhere after you died, she was just like that. Her name was Margaret.

Margaret didn't like the name "Death", so she named him "Jericho". They both loved each other dearly and soon she got pregnant. The child wasn't an angel, it was a mortal girl who had Death's blood in her veins.

Life told about this to God and he was infuriated that Death broke yet another rule. He was actually the type who wouldn't follow any rules-- Which made his key pretty weak in all these years."

"This choker?" Vivian asked as they stood under the stars. The rain had stopped. Fate touched her choker.

"It's a key. Angels are the lock. It can't be removed, it's a part of us" Fate said as she pressed her blue choker "It ensures loyalty to God. The key or the choker, whatever mortals call it, breaks when you break rules 100 times. See, on yours, it reads 67. You've broken the rules 67 times. Mine reads 12. It is a weapon against you yourself."

"What happens when it breaks?"
"You aren't an angel anymore. You become a devil and you are banished from the human world. You lose all your memories and burn in hell forever."

"I see..."
"So, God was angry. The girl was rejected by both heaven and hell, her soul was buried as her burdens could only be borne by the Earth and the blue stairs were made. They could only be crossed by Fate and Mortal souls. Death could not cross them to reach heaven. Ever. He left the mortal girl child in the mundane world. I took care of her in every step.

I protected her heart and soul as she grew up. She married another mortal and had a child. It was again a girl. Who married another mortal, had a child. It went on until you were born. Your pink hair resembles Death's hair. Though now it has turned peachy, he has lost much of his strength over the years.

Sadness usually kills an angel. Angels should be kept happy for them to have their maximum strength. I guess it's the same for mortals too"

"Yes, it is."
"His eyes turned from blue to grey and his hair turned from pink to peach over the course of time. Initially, his hair was black but then when he was banished from heaven and made a man, they turned pink.

But, I prefer him as a man. He is beautiful either ways" Fate said as Vivian looked at her. "Angels don't change with time. But he did, he had become soft and mellow. He was so fierce before but now he doesn't even carry his scythe around."

"Scythe?"
"Angels of death are reapers. They kill free souls who have managed to run away from the path of white stairs. The problem is, he is the only reaper and he doesn't kill free souls because that's pretty painful for him.

Souls cry and beg to the reapers for mercy. It's a pretty painful procedure"

"Why does he call himself Lucus? Is that related to my father?"
"Yes, because that's your father's name,"
"I never thought that this could be the reason. What's the key number for Death?"

"It's 99. He breaks another rule and it's the end for him. So I'll do the bad work for him" She said.

"You love him, don't you?" Vivian said, "Nobody else could lay their life for someone else except for those who really care."

"It must have been love. But now it's over" Fate said "You have one week with your husband. Choose wisely"

Ethan opened his eyes and got up. Maya walked towards him with a cup of coffee "Morning~" The house was completely cleaned up and the fridge was filled with vegetables rather than beer bottles. She was wearing shorts and a T-Shirt.

"What are you doing here?" He asked as he glared at her.
"So, you're hot the moment you wake up?" Maya asked.

"That's not the answer to my question," He said as he got down from the bed "Let's see, I brought you home last night-- You were pretty drunk. And then we slept together" She said with a smile.

"Doesn't sound fresh to me. What the hell are you wearing?" He asked as he looked at her and gave a disgusted look.
"You're so old fashioned! These are just shorts. It's fashion"

"I'm sorry to be old fashioned but I think shorts should be longer than your vagina."
"I'm so flustered you said that word. Oh my God!"

"Seems like you don't know so I'll tell you-- I'm married,"
"Oh! So those were your wife's clothes? But where is she?" Maya asked.

"She's dead." He picked up a towel from the floor. "You cleaned up?" He asked as he looked around.
"Well, I like my house different from my men, clean and simple,"

"Whatever" He kept the coffee cup aside without drinking a bit of it "Begone before I come out of the bathroom."

"How can you walk away in the middle of the conversation? I'm still talking!" Maya said.
"Yeah, I walk away mid-conversation because you are boring me to death and my survival instincts just kick in."

"You can't treat me like that after last night," Maya said.
"Guess what-- I don't care!" He slammed the bathroom door.
"At this point, I don't care if you're married too,"

When he came out of the bathroom, she wasn't around. He walked towards the bedroom while rubbing his hair with the towel and wore a jersey. He wore a white sweatshirt "Wow! You're pretty lean"

He turned back and there she was with a bowl of chicken nuggets in her hands. "How long have you been there?" He asked.
"How come you're so thin? Alcohol?"

"That's not the answer to my question," She took her chopsticks and ate a chicken nugget.
"Nobody eats a chicken nugget with a chopstick-- What the fuck are you doing? I swear to God I hate you."

"Yeah well-- I always eat chicken nuggets with chopsticks and guess what?! My life turned out better than yours. Eat that!"

"Where's my slipper?" Ethan said as he looked around "Okay okay, you teach me to eat it without chopsticks--" Ethan picked up the chicken nugget and put it in his mouth.

"Now, get lost," He opened the fridge "Where are my drinks?"

"They were stinking up the place so I threw them away!" He turned back and she had the nugget pieces all over her lips.
"You look like a damn alien," He said "What?! My makeup!" She said as she looked into the mirror.

"You've put makeup even in the morning?"
"A model must look good at all times--"

"Why are you so ugly?" He said as he took another chicken nugget from her bowl. "I don't know! God made me that way and if he wants me to be ugly, then I will be ugly and you can't stop me from this divine cause!"

"... What are you-- 12?" Ethan said, "Just cut that part!" She said
"We aren't on a shoot!"
"Queer!"

"My head hurts already--"
"I found a foundation in my purse! It's awesome! It's blinding!"
"What's that?"
"It is like we can put it everywhere, you face, your beard, your ass--"

"Please stop"
"Your testicles"
"I'm offended"
"...Not your testicles then?"

"Just get out!"
"I always wanted to try doing a full face of makeup on a guy!" She forcefully made him sit on the couch.

"I will turn you from a swan to a goddess!" She applied the foundation over his face.
"No thanks." He was too tired to even resist.
"...I think you should shave first."

"You are making me a damn alien faggot like you," He moved away from her.
"I did you good, don't fuck with me." She said as she removed the foundation from his cheeks with some makeup wipes.

"Okay."
"Actually, please do"
"Are we done yet?"
"Haha, fuck no we're not!"

'This bitch...'

- To be continued

My Heart Hates Me

Because I Love You