Her Death Guardian

T H R E E

-Unknown POV-
A black cloak covered the man that stood by a window, the sun was shining this time. The man underneath it, had a sour expression on his face.

"I need to make her remember." He said quietly, keeping his voice low. He even tugged the hood more firmly over his head. "Need to."

"What are you going on about?" A new voice said behind him, and the cloaked figure whirled around to face the voice.

"What do you want..." The hooded figure growled lowly, scanning the tee shirt that clung onto the rock hard male body, hiding the tattoos underneath it, a snug pair of jeans hanging on his hips - all dark colors of course - standing close to him.

"What were you saying?" The man repeated and ran a hand through his black hair, and watches the cloaked man with hazel eyes - golden green meeting the grey underneath the hood.

"None of your business, Corenthus." The man hidden in the hood hissed, before turning back to the window.

The man who must have been Corenthus, crossed his arms and watched the back to the man in front of him. "Azreal."

He heard his name and ignored him.

"Azreal."

He still said nothing.

"Azreal." Corenthus said again, shifting his weight.

The cloaked figure shifted, focusing on something outside.

"Azzy."

He clenched his jaw at the nickname.

"Azzy." Corenthus sang slightly, and a smirk went over his features.

He felt himself about to blow...

"Azzy!"

The man who had been Azreal, spun around and whipped his hand from his side and slapped Corenthus hard on the cheek, causing his head to snap to the side. "How many times have I told you not to call me that!?"

"Never." He growled softly under his breath, as he felt his cheek turn from the nicely tanned to a red mark - a clearly defined hand print.

"I have too. I am Death." He crossed his arms as he studied his creation in front of him, as if pouting like a child.

"No....and you weren't answering me --"

"I am not entitled to, you're only a lowlife, Corenthus."

Corenthus felt his internal rage burning up inside of him. "Then why did you make me?!" He snarled, his face somewhat contorting to show that rage.

"For the girl --"

"What girl!?" He roared and snarled in his throat, taking a step forward.

"The one I saved when she was twelve." He said coolly.... "I'll tell you more once you're calm." Then he was gone -- poof, gone in a blackish blue mist, like he was never there.

Corenthus took in deep breaths through his nose to try and calm the rage inside, trying to loosen his bunched up fingers resembling fists. He hated that Death hid things from him. Like his true purpose.

He ran a hand through his dark hair, and felt the rage dull down in his own eyes, looking out the window as Azreal had been doing before he showed up. What had be been looking at? There wasn't anything to see except soft rolling green grass in the wind and bright sunshine.... the longer Corenthus looked, the more he began to realize ....

Death had been looking at where the girl lived. "Such a creep....." He muttered under his breath, then realized exactly what he was doing.

Turning away quickly, "I'm such a creep...." Though he had caught a glimpse of the young woman who's hair looked like a dulled down flame... and eyes....

Eyes that he could've sworn looked right back at him with all their pale blue and green glory.

He had to find this girl.
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