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Death's Messenger
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Life is a delicate thing. There always has to be a balance, and human life is no different. Everything is apart of a fragile process that is the world we live in today. I, today, have been sent to this place to establish the other side to life. Death.
Death is no easy thing. It is not an easy escape from the world that humans once knew. On the contrary, it's worse than this place. But I am the one who guards Death's Door. I am the one who manages this strong current. That is my responsibility. Has it ever been difficult? Hearing the pleads and prays of humans, begging me not to come and take their family, friends and/or lovers away? Yes, as I said before, death is no easy thing. But I have been accustomed to taking human life. Their cries barely itch anymore. I feel less than empty inside. I did not sign myself up for this daunting task. The ones above did. I am merely an employee for the gods of creation and destruction.
And so today I have been sent down here to hear their last words. After I watch them, I talk to them, take their life and return back to the heavens. A simple task, but one problem. I can only hear them. I cannot see them physically or else It'll break the rules.
I cannot be seen by said humans by any means. Strange, I know but that was made apparent to me by the gods. I do take form as a normal human being when I first land on earth, though.
Before I am sent back, I ponder around my thinking quarters. I do not have a room. I cannot sleep or eat or drink. I cannot feel that stuff physically. I am an immortal being. Human actions do not apply to me. Did I wish they did? That's a different story.
The phone in my room starts to ring, indicating that I'm out of time and ready to go back to the heavens. I grab it, eager to finally go back to nowhere in particular.
"H-Hello?"
Well that was unexpected. That was not a god. It didn't sound like a god at least.
"Mhm?"
I vaguely reply. Another human. This time, it was a girl. She sounded scared, probably desperate. And rushed. She seemed like she didn't have much time left.
"C-Can you h-hear me?"
"Yes."
"T-Then what are you doing!?"
Her voice hit a higher pitch as she trembled with fear. I cannot do anything for her, so I wait.
"H-Hey! Hey! Listen to me! Call the damn police you bastard! Don't you see I'm in grave danger!?"
"I am aware."
She gasped. I'm not sure what she expects me to do anyway. She hasn't yet given me any sign of where she is, or who she is.
"You work for them, don't you? They think they'd give me false hope.. Well, I'll show them."
"Who?"
I ask curiously. If this lady was about to die, I could at least find some sort of entertainment out of it.
"Those people! They drugged me and kept me here, stuck in a room with a broken phone! Wait, Then how can I hear You?"
"Make this quick, ma'am. This is just business. Don't ask too many questions."
"W-Who are you? You're no help at all. What the hell!"
"You're very loud, miss. Please, this shouldn't be too difficult. You're going to die soon. I'm just here to take your soul to the afterlife, and from what I've seen. You're going to hell."
The line goes silent. A minute goes by where none of us say a word. Then, she speaks up.
"I-I'm going to die?"
"Yes."
"When?"
I check my watch. She should be dying in about.. A minute.
"Sixty seconds."
"Sixty— WHAT!?"
The line abrupts into panicked screams before she goes silent again. Her breathing has gotten a lot heavier, and she's trying to keep her cool. She drops the phone as a loud sound interrupts the silence. A door nob.
All I can hear on the other end are fearful screams and someone saying.
"The police are onto us, sweetheart. I didn't want to do this but I have no choice."
Her screams of terror turn to screams of agony as she desperately grabs the phone again.
"Y-You Bastard.. H-How did you k-know?"
"Pleasure to meet you. My name is Death. It was nice to talk to you for the first and the last time."
As I finish my sentence, I check my watch. five... four... three... two...
"Fuck you death."
One.
"There's no pulse. She's gone."
The line disconnects.
—————————————————
Friday,
Kelsea asked me to go on another blind date for her. I don't get why she doesn't stand up for herself when it comes to her dad. He's not that intimidating but I guess she has been around him more than I have. The man has a tall structure, but there isn't anything that sticks out to me as intimidating. Alas, we all have different views on people. Like, me with my mom.
She's texting me now. Yes, I agreed for her. I don't like going on these dates in her place, but at least there's some enjoyment in my boring life. Scaring the shit out of rich people. Specifically rich Men.
—
The phone rings on the desk and I pick it up.
"What do you want now?"
"Just letting you know the time of the date."
"God, give me a break."
"Okay, 7:00pm on Saturday. Got that?"
"And you couldn't have told me later? It's Friday night. I'm going to bed."
"Wait—"
"What?"
"Thank you~"
She lets the "You" carry on for a long time. I roll my eyes and hang up the phone. A minute later she sends me a message
Thank Youuu❤️😍
Goodnight.
Gooooodnightttt!!
As much as I hate going on those blind dates for her, I can't help but smile when she's so happy. It's so unfortunate that her father has to be a load of crap.
He doesn't let her have any freedom. And I Mean any freedom. She can barely hang out. Most of the time she sneaks out to my place though. I'm supposed to be a "bad influence" though so I think he's catching on.
I sigh, closing up my journal and crawling into bed, turning off the lamp beside me. I sit in the darkness for a while. Just me and myself, alone with my thoughts. And as I fall slowly into slumber I hear a faint voice.
"H-Hello?"
A/N: Hiii so this is supposed to be short story regarding the prompt above but I thought I could make it a mini book :)
Let me know what y'all think about it. I had the sudden urge to write at 4:00am so i should sleep 🥲. I hope you enjoyed and Let me know if I should make a part 2!
Thanks youus
© Tannni
Life is a delicate thing. There always has to be a balance, and human life is no different. Everything is apart of a fragile process that is the world we live in today. I, today, have been sent to this place to establish the other side to life. Death.
Death is no easy thing. It is not an easy escape from the world that humans once knew. On the contrary, it's worse than this place. But I am the one who guards Death's Door. I am the one who manages this strong current. That is my responsibility. Has it ever been difficult? Hearing the pleads and prays of humans, begging me not to come and take their family, friends and/or lovers away? Yes, as I said before, death is no easy thing. But I have been accustomed to taking human life. Their cries barely itch anymore. I feel less than empty inside. I did not sign myself up for this daunting task. The ones above did. I am merely an employee for the gods of creation and destruction.
And so today I have been sent down here to hear their last words. After I watch them, I talk to them, take their life and return back to the heavens. A simple task, but one problem. I can only hear them. I cannot see them physically or else It'll break the rules.
I cannot be seen by said humans by any means. Strange, I know but that was made apparent to me by the gods. I do take form as a normal human being when I first land on earth, though.
Before I am sent back, I ponder around my thinking quarters. I do not have a room. I cannot sleep or eat or drink. I cannot feel that stuff physically. I am an immortal being. Human actions do not apply to me. Did I wish they did? That's a different story.
The phone in my room starts to ring, indicating that I'm out of time and ready to go back to the heavens. I grab it, eager to finally go back to nowhere in particular.
"H-Hello?"
Well that was unexpected. That was not a god. It didn't sound like a god at least.
"Mhm?"
I vaguely reply. Another human. This time, it was a girl. She sounded scared, probably desperate. And rushed. She seemed like she didn't have much time left.
"C-Can you h-hear me?"
"Yes."
"T-Then what are you doing!?"
Her voice hit a higher pitch as she trembled with fear. I cannot do anything for her, so I wait.
"H-Hey! Hey! Listen to me! Call the damn police you bastard! Don't you see I'm in grave danger!?"
"I am aware."
She gasped. I'm not sure what she expects me to do anyway. She hasn't yet given me any sign of where she is, or who she is.
"You work for them, don't you? They think they'd give me false hope.. Well, I'll show them."
"Who?"
I ask curiously. If this lady was about to die, I could at least find some sort of entertainment out of it.
"Those people! They drugged me and kept me here, stuck in a room with a broken phone! Wait, Then how can I hear You?"
"Make this quick, ma'am. This is just business. Don't ask too many questions."
"W-Who are you? You're no help at all. What the hell!"
"You're very loud, miss. Please, this shouldn't be too difficult. You're going to die soon. I'm just here to take your soul to the afterlife, and from what I've seen. You're going to hell."
The line goes silent. A minute goes by where none of us say a word. Then, she speaks up.
"I-I'm going to die?"
"Yes."
"When?"
I check my watch. She should be dying in about.. A minute.
"Sixty seconds."
"Sixty— WHAT!?"
The line abrupts into panicked screams before she goes silent again. Her breathing has gotten a lot heavier, and she's trying to keep her cool. She drops the phone as a loud sound interrupts the silence. A door nob.
All I can hear on the other end are fearful screams and someone saying.
"The police are onto us, sweetheart. I didn't want to do this but I have no choice."
Her screams of terror turn to screams of agony as she desperately grabs the phone again.
"Y-You Bastard.. H-How did you k-know?"
"Pleasure to meet you. My name is Death. It was nice to talk to you for the first and the last time."
As I finish my sentence, I check my watch. five... four... three... two...
"Fuck you death."
One.
"There's no pulse. She's gone."
The line disconnects.
—————————————————
Friday,
Kelsea asked me to go on another blind date for her. I don't get why she doesn't stand up for herself when it comes to her dad. He's not that intimidating but I guess she has been around him more than I have. The man has a tall structure, but there isn't anything that sticks out to me as intimidating. Alas, we all have different views on people. Like, me with my mom.
She's texting me now. Yes, I agreed for her. I don't like going on these dates in her place, but at least there's some enjoyment in my boring life. Scaring the shit out of rich people. Specifically rich Men.
—
The phone rings on the desk and I pick it up.
"What do you want now?"
"Just letting you know the time of the date."
"God, give me a break."
"Okay, 7:00pm on Saturday. Got that?"
"And you couldn't have told me later? It's Friday night. I'm going to bed."
"Wait—"
"What?"
"Thank you~"
She lets the "You" carry on for a long time. I roll my eyes and hang up the phone. A minute later she sends me a message
Thank Youuu❤️😍
Goodnight.
Gooooodnightttt!!
As much as I hate going on those blind dates for her, I can't help but smile when she's so happy. It's so unfortunate that her father has to be a load of crap.
He doesn't let her have any freedom. And I Mean any freedom. She can barely hang out. Most of the time she sneaks out to my place though. I'm supposed to be a "bad influence" though so I think he's catching on.
I sigh, closing up my journal and crawling into bed, turning off the lamp beside me. I sit in the darkness for a while. Just me and myself, alone with my thoughts. And as I fall slowly into slumber I hear a faint voice.
"H-Hello?"
A/N: Hiii so this is supposed to be short story regarding the prompt above but I thought I could make it a mini book :)
Let me know what y'all think about it. I had the sudden urge to write at 4:00am so i should sleep 🥲. I hope you enjoyed and Let me know if I should make a part 2!
Thanks youus
© Tannni
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