"What the fuck is going on?"

Death stared ahead at the soul before him, watching as the soul's wispy figure seemed to solidify. This had never happened before. Michael didn't understand. What did the universe want?

"What the fuck is going on?"

Michael was snapped out of his confused daze. "I... I don't know." He managed to choke out.

Michael didn't understand the man's reaction - normally, the souls felt a sense of calmness; they understood what was going on. Apparently, this was not the case.

The dark-haired man's eyes widened, his face a state of panic. He brought his hand up to his head, his fingers tangling themselves in the dark strands of his hair, tugging on them almost violently.

"Hey!" Michael reached forward, wrapping his hands around the young man's wrists. "Hey, kid, stop!" He pulled the boy's arms from his head, continuing to hold them in his own. "You're gonna hurt yourself."

If there was one thing Death was good at, it was comforting those who feared his embrace. Usually they were those who were taken before their time, but it was only for a few seconds and it didn't seem like the dark haired man in front of Michael was going to disappear anytime soon.

And slowly the dark eyed man began to calm down. He's breathing calmed, his fingers loosened their iron grip on his dark locks and his muscles relaxed. He stared ahead, and Michael wondered what he was thinking about as he watched him.

Michael felt a little awkward, his people skills weren't great. In his defence, however, he wasn't really considered a human and he never interacted with the human race.

The dark haired man tore his wrist from Michael's grip quickly, panic etched into his skin as he yelled, "who the fuck are you?"

Michael only stared at him, slightly shocked. He'd never had to explain who he was before, the souls he had been delivering always knew. It was instinct, a feeling, their conscious telling them it was okay. But, once again, he reminded himself that this wasn't normal circumstance. Perhaps the man in front of him didn't feel the warmth in his chest.

The blond braced himself, sighing. Fuck knows how the lad was going to take this news.

"I'm Michael," he grinned weakly, "but you might know me as Death."