My name is Death and I reap souls, failing to never be present when a person's time is nigh. Humans fear me and many have tried to cheat, but one can never truly escape death.

Well, that is… until I met him.

“You can see me?” I asked him. He was but a boy, at the age of ten, and he was covered in blood. On his right hand was a large knife and the body of his father lay at his feet.

His bright blue eyes were wide as he stared up at me, fear hidden beneath those orbs, and it was only natural for him to fear me--Death, for I will come for everyone. “I don't fear you,” he suddenly blurted out. I could only stare at him in amusement then, knowing he was lying, before I grabbed the soul of his father and left.

Three years later, we met again. Another body lay by his feet and he looked ready as he stared at me. His once wide eyes were now narrowed and he looked like an adult, as if he wasn't a teenager at...