The ravishing female softly drifted across the surface of the grass. The cold frost melting under her dress.
The narssassistic male glided ruthlessly over the blades of grass. Leading the young female. Under his levitating feet the thin green grass beads froze and became covered with the frost. Allowing the female to follow the trail and defrost the tiny plants.
They were on a mission. They planned to arrive in a small village before dawn. And it was already a few inches (moon reading or whatever you call it.)past midnight. Death had a patient in the village. Life had little to nearly no idea who this patient was. Or what this patient was. But that is the story (life time) of being a realic master.
The village was still a while away. And Life rather loathed silence. But Death on the other hand. Prefers silence at every moment possible. Knowing this the female cleared her throat preparing her guide for a conversation.
"So, Death, do you mind if I may speak my mind?" She asked softly. Nearly causing the male to turn and ask her to repeat her phrase.
But he didn't. He heard her. And decided to not speak. She would take it as a "yes". So he continued to frost the path of green beads of grass below his floating feet.
As expected. She took his silence as a approval to her question. "Why must people love me? But they hate you?"
"They love you, because you love, are one beautiful lie. They are blinded by your beauty. And do not see the same nature as I" The male spoke. Causing a small puff of chilling air to visibly puff out and disappear.
"Why must they hate you?"
This caused Death to stop in his tracks. Another visible puff of frosted air left his parted lips. The female catching this as a nervous action. He only ever breaths when nervous or around humans. She knew his heart no longer beat. She knew his lungs no longer needed air.
"Love?" She asked. Reaching out to place her hand upon his shoulder.
"Don't touch me. You know the danger of our contact. You know the risks." He spoke coldly. Moving away from her. Taking a few glided paces back. "Humans hate me. Because I am a hideous and horrific truth." He growled out.
Life flinched back. Afraid for a slight second. That he may lose control and charge her. She lowered her head. Hiding the sadness in her eyes.
She hated the curse. She loathed herself for cursing this man. She made a mistake long ago. Breaking a curse upon him. So if they ever are to touch. They should both lose part of their realics. She no longer wishes this curse upon him. And wishes she could touch the man she has learned to love.
"But don't the humans see, we are one of two different things. We walk each other's paths. There can and never has been a soul that has met me. But not you. And there shall never be a soul that meets you. But never meets me. We are one. And we are the same. So why hate one, but not the other?" She whispered.
Death felt his still heart throb a little, at the sight of her being this way. But he pushed it aside. To be strong for her. "Humans are blind my love. They don't see things as we do.... We ought to carry on love. The sun will be rising soon. Only a little long before we arrive." And with that the cold male continued on towards the village. Secretly keeping an eye on the female to make sure she was following.
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After a while the two arrived at the village. Death still in the lead walked down the street until reaching a small cozy home. It seemed to be made out of logs of lumber. The roof was caved in. And the door was busted down.
Life felt small spider crawl down her spine at the thought of going inside. And wished not to.
Life's wishes were granted. "Life, I want you to stay out here. As always, I wish you not to see this side of my realics strength and power." Death said. Causing life to calm down and relax.
She silently nodded in understanding. Taking a perch on a small bench across the street of the run down house.
Death walked inside. Scanning for the half past woman. Death knew Life must be inside with him. For the woman was pregnant. And the child's future and story was to live. But Death greatly wished his love wouldn't see the woman. Half gone with cuts and suicide attempts all over her body.
The mother had a long bleeding gash across her throat. Many cuts along her arms. And there seemed to be bruises around her throat below the bleeding gash. As if she attempted to hang herself. Death looked through the winding seeing a rope hanging from a tree inside the forest.
Death knew Life would hate seeing this. But he knew she must come in before the mother is taken away. So he gently called out for her. "Life, my love, the patient must see you before she sees me" He said.
Life walked through the door. Seeing the woman causes Life to shiver slightly. But what truly took the female by surprise was the bump from the baby. And the presence of the babies beating heart.
"Death. Why is she in this state?" Life asked.
"The father left her and the child. The woman couldn't take it. So we are here. The baby is to live. But the mother..... "
"Is to be taken" Life finished for Death. Already knowing what must be done.
Life walked close to the mother. Touching down, allowing her feet to touch the creeking floor boards. The mother heard the floor creek from the sudden wait and looked straight at life. The realic master slowly bent forward and placed her hand upon the mothers stomach. Slowly giving up some of the realic's power to the unborn baby.
The mother screamed as the baby began pushing through. Life quickly took the baby and turned the baby into a small realic (don't ask) pulling the baby out. Then turning the small realic back into the baby, Life gently stood and began taking care of the baby. Walking away slowly.
The mother grabbed Life's dress. Stopping the grown woman. "Please. Kill me. Kill ME. Just don't hurt him. Don't hurt my baby boy." The mother begged.
"What would you like to name him?" Life asked. Turning around towards the mother again. Releasing the dying woman's grip on her dress.
"I wished to name him Liam. But I don't know if I have the right time name him. Not after everything I put him through."
"Liam, Liam, Liam" Life repeated to the baby. As she walked out the door. Whispering the babies name softly.
Death took the opportunity to walked up to the mother. He looked her in the eyes. Taking his hand and placed it over her cuts on her arm. The red marks slowly vanished after a few seconds.
The mother looked at the man in amazement as the male touched her throat. That had long ago stopped bleeding. And had dry blood around the edges of the wound disappeared just as the cuts had. Along with the bruises.
The woman was visible more than before. Death took note that her eyes were green. Her hair was chopped to her ears. The red strands tangle in sweat. She was slumped against the wall. Obviously half gone.
Death gently placed his cold hands upon the woman's chest. Where her heart slowly sung the song of living. The male slowly breathed in and breathed out. Frost puffing through his blue frozen lips.
The mothers eyes shot open wide as her chest became white with ice and frost. Her heart freezing. Her soul phased through her chest. Death took the small faded orb and placed it inside of his mouth. Swallowing the soul without hesitation.
"Sleep now, and have no more worries for you next meal, your baby, your looks, your home, and your life. Take the rest of eternity doing the promises of your generations. Protect and promise those you love and cherish." Death whispered to the body of the woman. Closing her eyes.
The male stood up. Turning around he walked out the door. Being greeted by a warm sight.
Life sat upon the bench. Cradling Liam in a small blanket. Quietly singing him nursery rhymes.
The sight brought a smile to the man's lips.
"I think I wish to keep him. Raise him as our own. Would you except this Death?" The ravishing female asked.
"I would love that, love" The narssassitic male answered. Delighted by the question.
The three walked off back from where they came. The new mother cradling the baby boy. The father walking by their sides. Smiling happily. And for once. There was no worry for the next patient.
Not a worry at all.