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 all. “I want to make a deal with you.” He told me, and I let out a chuckle.

He was a strange one and he amused me.

“What is it that you propose?” I asked him and he took a step closer. His gaze faltered and he cleared his throat. Once again, I knew he feared me, even if he was trying to hide it.

“I.. I want to be immortal.”

A menacing grin appeared on my lips and I could tell it bothered him. It was really amusing, to have this child want to make a deal with me just so he could be immortal. “Alright.. Give me a million souls and I will make you one.” His eyes glinted.

I shouldn't have underestimated him.

He was a cunning one. Intelligent and creative as well--and it was amazing how he could kill so easily. He had people under him that followed his demands, that would gladly die for him, and each time they killed, I would be summoned. Although he was the only one who could see me.

Years passed and it was getting disturbing.

I, Death, shouldn't be disturbed. I wasn't human, although I looked like one. I could not die and I could kill as easily. I shouldn't be disturbed, but as each summon passed by, and as a growing obsession formed in that boy’s eyes, I couldn't help not to be. He killed many, personally, so he could summon me, so he could talk to me. It felt as if I had overlooked something but I didn't know what it was. I knew it frustrated him each time I left early, and it irritated me when he would kill someone to try and summon me.

“I fear dying once, but I'm not afraid of you. Not anymore, Death,” he told me once, his hand gripping mine painfully tight, and it bothered me because his eyes didn't have fear as he looked down at me.

No, it held obsessiveness and possessiveness.

I should kill him, I knew that, but I couldn't deny the attraction I felt towards him. It was almost funny. I was millions of years older than him, but I felt understood, like he was closer to my age than he appears. We were both different. He was a human while I am Death. He had limits while I didn't, yet he was unbearably attractive and so utterly brilliant that it was beautiful, and I knew I couldn't kill him. Perhaps not yet, if I ever would. It shouldn't have surprised me when he gave me the million souls. As promised, I made him immortal.

He still wasn't satisfied.

“I wish to own you,” he demanded and I felt almost terrified, and that was worrying as Death shouldn't be terrified, because he was immortal now and I knew I couldn't kill him. I knew he would find a way to own me, no matter how impossible it sounded now.

It was scary, but also utterly beautiful, how he feared Death before, but now loved me in the most corrupt way, while I, Death, laughed at him then, but was now terribly terrified yet in love with him all the same.