Death Shall Never Do Us Apart…
‘Whoosh!!!’ The cold breeze hit the young lovely girl hard as she tugged on her thin sweatshirt for the simple need of warmth, trying to protect herself from the shivering tingles that attacked her. The young man clothed in an old black torn hooded cloak, covering his handsome chiselled face and his bony fingers were patiently wrapped around the curved wooden cane, chuckled darkly but was immediately tackled by human emotion of pity and guilt.
He frowned, only his prominent jawline being visible, the rest all covered by his hood. He carried an immortal body on him, feeling human wasn’t a part of it. But he knew she was his only exception.
She was walking down a lonely alley and he, hidden in the darkest shadows, was keeping a close watch on her. He loved such places which complemented his dark deathly style and personality as his position and power had allowed him to stay away from the sight of those petty mortal sinners.
The term ‘sinner’ didn’t really apply to him even though he was cold-blooded monster from the heart, only because it was a part of his job description. But now he really wished that he could come out of the shadows and talk to her, warn her about the upcoming future. Her fate had been sealed by the mere presence of her being here and he was here to ensure that her doom was to take place, even when he wanted to pull her out of it.
But it was his job and he was under the leash of his master who only wanted him to do the simple task of bring the soul back to where it was supposed to go for all of eternity. All things that were not even close to his job was barred by his superiors as per his job rules.
The girl truly radiated pure innocent beauty which was betrayed by her actions and emotions that he was doomed to feel just as she reached her final destination. Her icy blue eyes glistened with a sense of anxiety of fear as she cautiously looked around for danger and her burgundy tinged waves bounced in the hurried pace she walked in. Her arms were wrapped around her palely toned yet amazingly slender body, cowering away from the shrillness of the whistling cold. She was barely clothed properly for a December night. She was wearing a pair of denim shorts, a loose grey off-shouldered sweatshirt and a pair of sexy red 6-inch stilettos which clicked to the beat she walked in.
The young man had his eyes glued to her, not in the lusty manner that mortal men usually had in their hungry eyes but with most concern he had for her. He did not want to see what her fate had for her. But his responsibilities had burdened him to.
Usually he loved his job. He loved seeing people drown in agony and misery before they came into his world. Hearing screams, groans and tears of intense pain escaping from their mortal bodies was his choice of music that he has ever heard. Seeing their life flash before their eyes and their memories before his was what he enjoyed the most, his favourite part of what his job was entitled to. But for the first time, he felt uneasy. There was a very deep reason behind his mysterious feeling which he did not want to share it anyone.
For the first time in his immortal life, when he laid his eyes on her, she knew nothing of sin. Her soul was filled with the bright white light of purity and virtue. Innocence filled her thoughts, her actions and her words and for the first he felt her happiness and it had amazingly calmed down his bloodthirsty mind. He could feel the deep glowing warmth that radiated from her human heart which immediately came to the rescue of the cold him. He felt something and he had two choices: – Either to snuff out that light or to bask in the amazing radiance of her life force.
With the help of some deep thoughts, he decided that he would select the latter. For the simple reason that only the Fates had control over her life, not him. His job was to just bring her back home.
So in his daily monotonous life, he added a new item in his itinerary. He kept his eye on her without the knowledge of his dark master. He did not need to know. He had a lot in his plate anyway.
So the young man managed to let this small yet daily incident slip past his master’s sight. He watched her every day. It made him feel calm and was feeding to his strength. The stress he began to carry due to his hectic schedule drastically reduced. He began to feel different. He had begun to feel human. He had done some sort of a compromise without her known acknowledgement. He would just bask in the warmth of her soul while he in turn would protect her from the minute things from time-to-time.
Very small things, mind you, things that were barely noticeable so that it would not attract the attention of his superiors. He had to play safe. But as time unfolds, he realised that his feelings that were forced to be frozen forever were now melting by the heat. He was losing his immortal essence. He tried using the magic of distance but his addiction to her warmth which would be best compared to a moth’s attraction to a small candle flame, made it difficult for him and always managed to bring him back.
For some reason, he felt even better when she seemed to sense his deathly presence and when she used to thank God for sending a ‘Guardian Angel’ to protect and look after her.
Back in reality, he frowned harder. Creases forming on the smooth skin of his forehead. He wasn’t supposed to feel this way. It seemed she had gotten to him without even knowing. He could feel his immortal deathly aura flicker and only dismissing the thought itself would gain the stability of his true existence and his authority over his power.
He knew the rules and he needed to abide by them. He was created to be as a hard, cold-hearted monster who wasn’t scared of experiencing death and do the simple job he was given but he didn’t know that the pure innocence of a girl could change that all. He knew he couldn’t let that happen even though he would gladly love to give in to her mortal power of him, only because if he was gone, the natural balance the world had between life and death would be left upset.
Death and Love are mortal enemies for eternity and both their powers are powerfully strong. Both had the power to bring people together. Both had the power to destroy them. Both had the power to bring happiness. Both had the power to bring misery. Both also had the power to inflict pain or even create peace. But both do not go hand-in-hand as together they were fatally dangerous. If he had given in, he would put too much at stake.
Suddenly she stopped. Two skinny but tall men barred her way. His senses sharpened. He wanted to come and save her but with much gritted effort, he restrained himself from his forthcoming deciding actions. He knew he could handle both of them with a snap of his fingers but he dared not interfere with the Fates. All he wanted to do was to relieve himself from the horrific sight that now he had to have a glimpse of.
Usually he loved watching such incidents but today was way different and he didn’t want the full experience of it. But the demon side of him forced him in its trance to watch the scene with full attention. He felt that Gods had inflicted him with pure torture. Like they knew he did something he shouldn’t have and are now punishing him for it.
His back leaned on the red brick wall of some small building and his arms were folded on his chest. Uneasiness flashed on his face but he was helpless even with the extent of the strength of his powers. Extreme silence filled in the air as the eeriness set in the surrounding. The street lamps kept flickering weakly as if protesting, urging him to do something. All the building lights were switched off. Either people were sleeping or weren’t present home. They just remained oblivious of what was going to occur here. Maybe he could….
No! Her fate was sealed. He couldn’t do anything without letting his superiors take notice. He felt like they were trying to take a test. He sighed softly to himself. She was panicking and for a moment there, their eyes met momentarily and it seemed like they were trying to beg for help.
That fuelled to his helplessness. He bit his lower lip. How could he make her understand he was restricted by the authority he was controlled by?
The two men were dressed in faded blue and white crinkled clothes and seemed like they were in their earlier thirties by the look of their messy hair and unshaven faces. One of them had a sharpened pen knife which flicked in and out by the simple movements of the wrist. Both of them had the look of hunger in their eyes and seemed like they wanted to devour the little girl, sucking her till the bones remained. It wasn’t fair that there were two men cornering one little girl. Plus looking at the physique at these men, she definitely wouldn’t stand a chance.
He knew it and the only thing he could do was lower his eyes. He was controlling his immediate reactions that could take place without his thinking.
“Hey gurl, give us everything you ‘ave got!” The one without the knife shouted. “I am s–sorry, sir. But-” she tried to speak confidently but her fear was getting her even. “No talks, lady… Just give us everything ya got.” The one with the knife sneered.
A shiver passed down her spine and the young man felt it. She realised that whatever options she had of escape were all futile and he could see it too. She couldn’t fight as she was weak and only a woman. Plus she also had the disadvantage of being all by herself anyway. And if she were to slip them off, she would give the idea away. She couldn’t even beg for her to be left alone for they would still take everything from her person and leave her bare from her belongings. “But I-” She tried to protest but the man with the knife gripped her arm tightly, that was bound to leave a mark, somehow agitated the young man that he took an immediate step towards her with gritted teeth and fisted palms. “Woman, do ya understand? We just want what ya got.” He growled lowly.
The young man who was watching all of this silently, swore to himself as his body tensed. He realised after a while that his long claws were digging into his palms, letting the golden liquid drip down. He cursed for the fact that he was bound by Life’s rules and that he could do nothing to protect her.
She had no option but to give in to their rude request, or more over, their demanding one. She slipped off all the jewellery she had on her, the black platinum rings clipped on to her ear lobes, the diamond pendant that her brother had gifted to her and the wrist watch that always stood by her side. When it came to money, she gave up her month’s salary she had just got which did amount to a few hundreds. Luckily all her life’s earning was placed at home, in her plastic cards. So that reduced the chances of her being totally penniless. The crooks took what she gave them and were pleased with what they received. She thought now that they were content, they would let her go. But little did she know she was wrong.
Just a moment later, the knife was found embedded in the flesh of her torso, right in between, below the heart. A gasp escaped from both, the young man and the victim’s lips. Those b******* had the balls to actually stab her. The young man had expected it all along but still it came as a shock to him. He couldn’t believe it actually happened. Tears accumulated his defined eyes but he refused to cry. He had to be strong. They were watching, he reminded himself. And the emotion was programmed in him. Then why did he feel so weak right now?
“Sorry Luv, but we can’t go with you tellin us around.” The man who just stabbed her, spoke in his rural language with a grin. And his friend supported him. “That’s right, Miss. No hard feelins, I hope.” He chuckled and both of them ran away, out of sight.
She had sunken on her knees, groaning in pain that surged through her petite body. She carefully laid down, trying to make it easier and maybe less painful to remove the blade that was now sticking out of her body. It hurt. It hurt like hell. Tears begin to well up and dry up as fast as they came. For what the young man knew, she was scared of getting hurt. She was scared of experiencing physical pain. The least he could do was at least quicken the process.
He could see her transitioning from her world to his. And soon with time, her body which was just a vessel for her soul would be left to be demolished to tiny bits, maybe returned to Mother Earth.
He could see she was breathing heavily, to calm herself down and try surviving, trying to will herself to live, trying to get that cursed blade out of her body but it seemed to be stuck in such a manner that it needed sufficient energy to extricate it. He could hear her groaning in pain with her feeble as well as futile attempts and the feeling the right to help her at least with her transition, he came out of the shadows and knelt beside her.
He could feel the mist slowly gathering towards him, slowly transforming into what she imagined him to be. That was what usually happened when he came to greet the victims to his world.
Usually it would be an old man in tattered clothes, always confused with Father Time or the red devil monkey with small horns and a pointed tail but today he knew his appearance to her would seem different. He could feel it in the air. He let his disappearing hood slip off, letting him reveal his handsome yet angelic face. His golden orbs meeting her icy blue ones. She still couldn’t see him yet she could sense his presence. He noticed that she was murmuring something and that somehow energised his attempts to help her out of the pain she was put into. He gripped the hilt of the blade tightly, pushed it down and then pulled it sharply.
As the blade had plunged into her internal organs and on pulling it out, left her body punctured and mutilated and the last breath left her body, her eyes closing for the last time. He flung the blade away and prepared the finish of his gallant transformation. He would finally see the way she imagined him to be.
He could feel the mist attach to his body, making him feel like the magic of it was a part of himself. His dark black majestic wings spread out, stretching itself and levitating him from the ground as they flapped, causing a small gust of the wind. His clothes had changed into a black silk toga which was clipped up by a huge golden buckle on the shoulder and his bare feet were now supplied with a pair of black slippers. About his physical appearance, there was no change.
He was still handsome and young. He still had golden orbs for his eyes, his peppered blonde hair, his dimpled smile, his sickly pale skin, his sharp black claws for nails and his lanky figure with bold features. Everything about him was pretty much the same. She had seen the real him. No one has ever got that right before and it surprised him. At one point, it made him feel valued, feel important,feel needed, an emotion that he has never felt before. He smiled softly at that thought.
“Alexa, wake up… Open your beautiful eyes…” He cooed softly at her, urging her to do so. Her eyes snapped open. Her body still stayed dead. Her soul materialized in front of him. Her form was hazy but you could still see those innocent eyes and the luscious curls that belonged to her.
At first she seemed confused. And then she smiled. “Aren’t you my guardian angel?” She asked innocently. It took him by surprise. Usually people ask other questions they had in mind, especially the ones that were really obvious. But this one? It was no where close to her current conditions.
He shook his head, as his mind was unable to form the words he wanted to let out. “Huh? Funny… Though you do look like him. I always imagined him to be like this… So does this mean I’m dead?” He nodded and pointed to the body that just laid a few meters behind, lifeless. “Oh…” She muttered as she turned to look at her body.
Sadness filled her mind and he didn’t like it one bit. He placed his hand on her shoulder. “I’m sorry.” He said, really feeling the guilt. “I wish I could have done something.” He continued mournfully. She turned and smiled at him. “Thank you.” She whispered. Now it was his chance to be confused. What was she thanking him for? Wasn’t she supposed to be blaming him for all the things he could do, just like how the other victims had accepted into his world had done so far?
But no, and this was shocking him too. She was far too kind to accept fate the way it is. Seeing his confused face, she answered sweetly. “For being there for me. For saving me from the pain and not letting me suffer. Thank you for everything you have done for me.” For some reason, he got the vibe like she knew that he was there looking out for her.
She turned back and looked at her body lying there on the middle of the street. After a few moments, “Are you ready to go?” he asked softly and humbly. “You know I didn’t deserve to die like this. I was still young and strong. I still had more to learn and live.” She said out of the blue, not expecting any reply from him. “I know and I’m sorry. I didn’t want it to end it like this.For you.” He spoke softly, hoping she would realize his true feelings of his.
She smiled softly but the hint of sadness radiated and she frowned as she looked at him. “I can’t go.” She stated sadly. “Why?” He asked, confused. Was she refusing? He could always drag her down to the underworld like he did to his other victims even though he just didn’t want to. He just wanted one last walk with her before she went away. “I don’t have a coin… To enter the underworld.” She admitted helplessly.
He smiled softly and walked down a little further to pick up something and give it back to her. He produced a gold coin right in front of her. “The men left you a little present.” He lifted her wrist and curled the coin into her palm. He could feel her warmth that with her gone,he would surely miss it.. She could feel the tinge of coldness in him and she didn’t cower away like the others would have. She loved the tingles it spread. She smiled widely.
“Then Mr Thanatos, I’m ready to go” She opened her arms wide open, welcoming Death into her life.