Oh, Death

4

Brea is on the top/side.

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Michael starred at the blonde girl fondly, taking in her appearance. Brea was thin and had a few tattoos on her shoulders and was about medium height. But the thing Michael noticed the most was that she was gorgeous. But because Michael got into the habit of not being able to love girls, he threw the thought in the back of his mind with all the other girls he once thought were pretty.

"Brea, this is Death. Death, Brea." Famine said with a knowing look toward Death.

"Wow. So your Death? There's a lot of talk about you. Pleasure is all mine to meet such an interesting character." Brea reached out her hand for Death to shake but he quickly waved her off.

"No no. Brea don't get me wrong but I sorta kill people when I touch them. I wouldn't want that to happen to you." Michael gave her a sorry smile and she nodded, slowly pulling her hand away while she pulled a chair up to the table.

Everyone introduced themselves to Brea and started to make small talk with each other.

Well, everyone but Death.

Death would chime in every few conversations, but he would more than often catch himself looking at Brea.

And little did he know Brea was doing the same thing when he wasn't looking. She was completely in love with him and the idea of someone like him. The all black, thick leather jacket and combat boots. The dyed hair and eyebrow piercing which just made him look like he was literal Death.

Brea knew she was liking Death. And there was no one to tell her otherwise.

"So. What's the plan now?" Pestilence asked.

"Oh wow. I didn't even think about that." Death answered, resting his chin in his palm.

"Summon an Angel? You guys need to talk to the Michael upstairs right?" Mia chimed in hoping to get a plan started.

The brothers nodded and looked at each other. They eventually agreed to summon an Angel and they all left the restaurant to do so.

"Brea? Go with Death. I'll take Mia." Famine smiled as the two climbed into his Cadillac and quickly drove off. Death blew some air out of his nose and opens his door, sliding behind the wheel.

Brea nervously opened the door and slid in next to him while Death started up the car and pulled out to follow Famine and the rest of the Horsemen.

"What's it like?" Brea asked suddenly, throwing Death off a little.

"What's what like?" Death spared at glance at her and she sat as far from him as she could with her hand neatly folded in her lap with her head down.

"Y'know. Being Death? What's it like?" Death took a moment to gather his thoughts and took a small breath.

"Honestly... I love it and hate it. I love being such an important factor in people's lives. I hate getting no credit. And I hate not being able to touch a lot of certain people. I can only touch my brothers and a few Angels I think. Demons are immune too since their dead."

"So you can't touch anyone? At all?" Brea was still trying to grasp this concept since all the other Horsemen are able to control their powers.

"Nope. I totally would've shook your hand back there, but you don't deserve to die. Also, when I'm not trying to find my fucking brothers, I'm out on a day job with a Reaper. We go out and find the people who have had their time and need to die. Or you can summon me. Either way." Brea nodded and took all the information in best she could.