Death's Friend

The silence within the cozy room became awkward fairly quickly. Death sat in His chair, staring towards Sera from behind His dark hood.

Unlike most people, Sera sat in her own chair, with confidence and little care for the Conceptual God in front of her.

Her metallic silver and burning golden wings were long gone. Only her pristine white-feathered wings remained, with the terrifying eyes hiding behind the feathers.

Now and then, an eye would poke out, and stare at Death with annoyance, since it couldn't affect the God's emotions.

The white wings draped over Sera's newly formed body, hiding her nakedness from Death. Not like He cared for mortal feelings such as lust or beauty.

Since He had no facial expressions, and His body language was non-existent, Sera even doubted He had emotions.

They continued staring for an impossibly long time. Strangely enough, Sera wasn't the one who eventually broke the silence.