The Wailing Woman

7. Daylight Terrors

The Devil has appeared right before my eyes again. He wears his casual black suit with his black polished shoes, his hands placed inside the pockets of his slacks. He has no reason for being here, I mean our deal was done unless he has come to take my soul. I loosened my hold on the doorknob as I regained my composure and straightened my posture.

I raised an eyebrow, "What are you doing here?"

He moves from the doorframe and walks over to me, instinctively I take a step back. Mistake number one, never show the God of Death you are afraid of him, he feeds off it.

Death takes one big stride pretending to ignore how uncomfortable I am by his presence, "I missed you. Did you miss me?" He said teasingly.

This past week has been a blessing because I no longer had to deal with Death and I had fully accepted that I was going to see him until I was dead. I wanted to live a very long time until I saw him.

I cross my arms, "Have you come to take my soul?" I asked.

He leans closer and begins to stare into the depths of my eyes, almost as if he is staring right into my soul. Pools of nothing, just black. Endless black.

"Not your time, raven." He said as he moved back.

If it's not my time, then why was he here?

I held my gaze against Death's and my eyes shifted towards the figure standing near the doorframe. The more I looked at him, his face looked familiar. Blonde floppy hair, electric blue eyes, and stoic expression. He was the same man from the hospital, he was by Death's side but left to stand outside the door like a dog guard.

The God turned around and walked over to the blonde-haired man, and grabbed the plate he was holding. Strawberries, grapes, crackers, cheese, and cookies filled the plate. I furrowed eyebrows towards Death looking at him questionably, he popped a grape into his mouth.

He shrugged, "Funerals make me hungry."

Of course, they do.

"Then, what exactly are you doing here if you are not here to capture my soul?" I asked again.

He plucked another grape from the vine and threw it into his mouth.

"It looks like our paths cross again, raven."

It takes many tries to kick the Devil out of your life, and I was only on my second try.

*****

I allowed them inside my home. I shouldn't have brought them here but I would rather have him here in my house than cause a scene outside where everyone could see us. Plus, I had a question for him. I wanted to know how it was possible for me to see and hear Theo's father, that's never happened before.

I was currently pouring myself a cup of water while Death kept eating the fruit from the plate he brought with him. He wasn't kidding when he said funerals make him hungry as his bodyguard carried another plate for him on our walk to my apartment.

Hans, that was the bodyguard's name and he was standing next to Death as he ate. No blinking, no smiling, and no expression at all.

"Are you going to ever tell me what you want, Death?" I said with boredom as I placed the pitcher on the kitchen counter.

Death sat down on one of the three stools and folded his hands as he propped his elbows on the counter. No manners.

He smirked, "Patience, raven. I am suspecting you want to get rid of me. Did you like my gift?"