"I'll be gone for a little while, so I expect you to behave, little bird", it was the first thing Grian had heard Fallacy say since their little meeting two days ago, "I'll return in a fortnight, so you'll be watched by someone else"

"What do you mean 'someone else'? Who's going to watch me?" Grian would have shouted at his captor, but he had no energy too, "And why are you leaving?"

"So many questions," tutted Fallacy, they were clearly amused by the Hermits questions, "Yet so few answers. Why do you still ask them? You know your not getting any answers, so why do you ask?"

Grian didn't answer, there was no point. He instead just turned back to building. He had been working on a massive organic dolphin for the past two days. It represents what he longed to have the most, salvation. And the fact that it also represented love just made it better.

He was so lost in thought that he didn't even feel Fallacy's aura leave the world, but he did notice when a new aura joined. Unlike Fallacy's aura, which felt like an unyielding pressure on your back, this aura felt like low winter breeze, but there was something hiding under that breeze that put Grian on edge more than Fallacy ever could.

Grian looked around, hoping that whoever his new "caretaker" was wasn't just a voice like Fallacy is. And to his surprise, he did see someone!

Standing atop the bird cage was a figure dressed fully in a black cloak, face covered by a sabertooth skull mask. At the foot of the cage stood a winged skeletal horse, black scale like skin glistening in the red moons glow.

Grian and the figure stared at each other for a few moments, but the figure then suddenly nodded as their aura grew less cold and became more of a cooling breeze, they weren't going to do Grian any harm. They then immediately disappeared, horse disappearing with them, leaving Grian alone to build once more.

But Grian wasn't in the mood to build anymore, with everything that had happened in the past few minutes he wasn't even sure he was in the mood to do anything. Who was that? And if they were sent by Fallacy, why did they seem nice? So many questions whirled around his head, and a thought suddenly entered out of nowhere.

The first horseman of the apocalypse, Death.

It seemed like a stretch, but it made sense the more he thought about it. The cool aura, with the underlying feeling of something more deadly. And the winged skeletal horse only sealed the deal, since that was deaths signature steed. It all added up, but Grian wasn't really willing to admit it to himself a hundred percent just yet.

I mean, who in their right mind would think "Hey, there's this person in a black cloak who gives of a mysterious aura. MuSt Be DeAtH!" No, that isn't something a sane person would think. But since when was Grian the most sane person?

For two days he built and wondered, it was an unusual, but welcome, change of pace. But on the dawn of the third day he felt Death's aura rise again, a sign that they had joined him in the world and wasn't just spectating anymore. But he didn't turn to look, he had no need too. Death had made sure he knew that they weren't a threat, and he believed there unsaid words.

He did turn to look over his shoulder when Death got near, and he jumped back when he did. Death was less than a meter away from him and looking at him through the skull mask, which was made out of real bone, he noted. Now that Death was so close to him Grian could see pale yellow feline eyes looking at him.

"Don't do that," chastised Grian, more to himself than the other. So he was shocked when Death answered.

"I apologize, little one, I didn't mean to startle you"

"It's ok," said Grian hesitantly, still a bit wary of Death, "I know your not here to hurt me"

Death chuckled, "Oh? And how do you know that?"

"It's quite obvious really," said Grian, turning back to building, "Your aura gave away your intentions, so I knew as soon as you arrived"

"You felt my aura?" asked Death, the tiniest amount of shock present in their voice.

"Of course, why wouldn't I?"

Death didn't say anything for awhile, and Grian started to wonder if they had gone AFK, "...Your a Void, aren't you?"

Grian froze his movements as the words fully registered in his mind, "What are you talking about? Why would you think I'm a Void?"

"You have no idea, do you?" muttered Death, turning to look at the everlasting night sky, "God, let's hope it's not too bad"

"Can you explain what you mean?" asked Grian again, more desperate now.

Death turned to look Grian right in the eyes once more, "Child, feeling auras is a special ability that only the Void's have, naturally, that is. It's the only thing that still connects them to the Universe.

Grian, you are a Void"

And Grian then promptly passed out, hitting his head on the way down.

The last thing he heard was Death letting out a quiet curse as Grian felt a searing pain in his head and an even worse pain in his left wrist, and then everything becomes black.

Chapter 7 is finished! I would have liked to have added a few more things and make it longer, but it wouldn't have fit in so I left it out.

And Death's here now! So that's gonna be something fun to work with!

With that out of the way, I wish you all a wonderful time!

<Edit: I'm changing " in his right wrist" to " in his left wrist" to fit the original piece of art I had made for this better. But it doesn't really change anything big, so don't worry!>