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Death~Magic~Knowledge

He opened his eyes. Black feathers block his sight, though when he reached his hand out to touch them, it was surprisingly small, with no fingernails, and completely black. This made him hesitate for a moment, confused, but he still sent it that little way forward, touching the impossibly soft, satiny feathers.

Unexpectedly, he felt the sensation in the wing as well. It was his. Carefully, he stood up, wings coming up behind his back. He wasn't in his suite anymore, so where was he? The landscape was non-existent, and he was surrounded by pure white.

Doing the next most obvious thing, he looked down at himself only to find that he was very small, with slender black legs, the right one speckled with white, as well as his right foot, which, like the right, had no toes.

He was evidently not human, and was surprised to find patches of gold and silver on his chest, the silver continuing on to his left shoulder. His stomach had a small outline of a pocket watch, which was gray, white and black, and though he couldn't remember how he knew what it was, he was sure it had been Athena's Timepiece, and that it was now fused to his skin, granting him to power of time travel. There was also the outline of a square on his arm, a slightly less pure black than his skin, which he knew used to be a physical box that granted mortals the ability to speak with gods, now an inherent ability as it was part of him.

Physically, he somehow knew his face was shaped in a beautiful way, a small snub of a black nose, perfect small black lips, and startling eyes under the bones where eyebrows would have been on a human, but on him was simply bare black skin. He had not a spot of hair on his body.

And then there were his wings. The left was black with a smattering of white feathers at the top of the joint that in a standing position was visible over his head from the front, and the right was black with silver and gold at the area where it met his back and a delicate few silver and gold feathers at the tip of the wing.

Back to his eyes, however. One was an impossible void of black, seemingly going on forever, and filled with stars even though there was no light. His other eye was a blazing white, which seemed to be of every color, yet the only ones identifiable were silver and gold.

He was beautiful, but what was he?

A person in a black cloak appeared, or perhaps it was just a black cloak. There was nothing under the hood, he sensed. It was definitely female though.

'I am Death.'

'Do you know who I am?' he responded, not really finding anything odd with her statement. After all, he'd already known she was Death the moment he saw her.

'You do not fear me. Good. And as to your question, how would I know if you do not?'

'Then, if I see you, does that mean I'm dead?'

'No. You are not dead, although Era Damon White is.'

'But' he began, some memories coming to him 'aren't I Era Damon White?'

'No.'

'Then who- Never mind, sorry, I already asked that.'

'I do not mind, Child.'

'Can you at least tell me my name?'

'Not the one you belong to currently.'

'Why not?'

'Because you haven't decided what it is yet.'

'I get to choose my own name? I thought someone else decides for me?'

'No.'

'Is that your answer to everything?'

'Yes.'