Death Falls | Death & Aaliyah [ON AMAZON]

Chapter One: Death Roars

A human would have called me a stalker watching this little creature throughout every move of her day, completely “abandoning” my duties as Death.

I was there throughout her sleep, I was there when she woke up… I was there when she washed her face, brushed her teeth… washed her body to prepare for a new day.

Today she dressed in a light blue top that exposed her belly and a beige cargo shorts with a pair of light blue combat boots. Her hair was in a slicked back low ponytail… She dressed nothing like the soul she carried. Dressed so youthful and bright when her soul and thoughts dread interaction with the human species. In a simple mind with a being of my power, it could be reasonable to destroy humanity and keep her alone by my side. But something held me back. I don’t know if it was sanity or rationality.

Or maybe it was an excuse for something else, something deeper.

Her day went by as usual. Traveling around with friends, having “fun”, and acting as if she loved every bit of her life. But I… I knew better. I knew her. She hated life, loathed it and the people that came with it. But in a world where one needed to work like a dog if not born into a family of wealth, this little human trod through, and piggy backed off the money-filled lives of others with her beautiful face and hypnotic charm.

Her Friday ended like the others. In a fancy hotel room with a man, ugly and lanky. A man a young woman like her would have never given the time of day in reality. But… this lanky man was wealthy and uncaring of how much he would toss at her for the attention he craved to make up for the lack of it in his life.

Again, she wore light blue but this time in lace, covering only her breasts and… southern regions, a thin mesh overall piece draped over her dimpled shoulders rimmed with a soft fuzzy fabric.

She looked at herself in the mirror, the man sitting leisurely at the edge of the king-sized bed. She admired her curves. Full busts, chubby waist, wide hips and heavy thighs…

I have never taken the time to admire a mortal’s body before her… but as I grew infatuated with her, my insides churned and called with an ache foreign to me in wanting to study all the crevices of her beautiful body. I could feel the pleasurable discomfort that rouse beneath my cloak as I mentally undressed her, my insides wept in desperation to have her even notice my towering form standing within the corner of the room, near touching the ceiling with my antlers barely grazing it.

“You look as beautiful as always,” the lanky human male said, his name known to me but never important to be said since he is one of the few trashes who gains the pleasure of fornicating with the dark soul I wished to lay claim.

Trivial, I know. But I loathe her spirit being rubbed against ones of greed and hypocrisy. How she managed to get her cunt wet for wastes of space such as this always humoured me though. She was a special one indeed.

My little human spun around on her heels, her perfectly blood red polished toes curling as she stood… I wanted to do something with them... I do not know what, but I feel as if though I was specially equipped like a human, I would have found many uses.

“What do you want to start with today?” she asked as she approached him, her back turned to me as she brought her knees to straddle the man’s waist. Her rear broadened and my skull tilted. Could you guess what I wanted to do? Whatever you guessed, yes.

The man’s pale hands wrapped around her, filling his palms with her chubby waist. “How long have we known each other?”

She shrugged.

“Four years… You forget the deal we first made?”

“I allow you to fuck me in exchange for allowance and stay quiet about it so that your little wife doesn’t find out you’re fucking someone younger than your first daughter.”

The man’s jaw ticked. “Loyalty for money, Aaliyah.”

My little Aaliyah laughed, not a cute little giggle kind of laugh, but a full humour packed cackle as she looked down at the man she was atop of. It took her a moment, but she began to say words as her laugh died down a little. “You think you get to have a wife, children and all this money while I stay in the shadows withering away, barely getting proper sex in my life? You don’t even pay that much money. I am in an apartment flat that I do not own with not even a pet I can call my own. I believe I should be able to fuck whomever I wish. Don’t make me laugh, bruv.”

I grumbled a laugh of my own. She made perfect sense. The least he could allow was her to have some sexual satisfaction, but even so, I knew no man or woman was able to satisfy her needs.

As an ambivalent being, I have never touched or pleasured a mortal, but a piece of me believed I could bring her all sorts of ecstasy. Was this delusion? I wonder.

“The deal was—”

“Me trying to get off somewhere else shouldn’t be a problem when you simply get to cum every, fucking, time,” her English accent and voice were a sublime combination.

If I had a cock, I believe it would have been as hard as the bones sticking out of my skull. Was this infatuation? I wonder.

Her laughter reigned on in a sultry wave, the dark matter beneath my cloak coiled around my scythe, on the inside I was crying out to reach for her. I wanted to be known to her and her alone. Was this desperation? I wonder.

The man felt disrespected, his ego was bruised, it was stamped all over his wrinkled face. Aaliyah only laughed more, and I would have too if I hadn’t sensed what was happening next.

The worthless man grabbed her throat with both hands, immediately beginning to choke her. Surprisingly, the old stick had a lot of strength, managing to lift my Aaliyah and throw her on the bed with his fingers still digging into her neck.

I was not made with the ability to meddle in instances as this. I have never been able to, I am intangible and powerless in instantaneous moments as these. And due to that, now I would have to watch her die, I could feel her soul chime in and out between the veil.

Anger and despair filled me. This was the last thing I would have ever wanted to happen. This cannot happen. I need Aaliyah. This should not be how she dies… not the way I lose her. I could feel the hurt inside, the pain, the agony.

I couldn’t help it, the sudden expression of my dread, the guttural roar that ripped from my unmoving skull.

Time stood still in that moment, everything stopped, all except my human. In a moment of pause, she quickly noticed the sudden lack of movement from the trash that attempted to murder her. Tears had brimmed her eyes, but there was no fear in them, only confusion.

At a loss myself, I only stared with my hollow sockets lacking complete liveliness as my skull tilted to the side. My human moved from beneath the old, frozen man and slipped off of the bed, her beautiful brown eyes scanning the clocks to see if her mind was right, but before her gaze graced anything, they suddenly stuck in my direction.

My skull straightened. Was she seeing me? Impossible. Or so I thought until she spoke. “Are you Death?”

For the first time ever in my existence… I felt my heart beat. I was not made to be comprehended by the human mind, so nothing but a grumble met her ears when I attempted to ask, “You can see me?”

The beauty smiled. “I can see you.”

My heart beat once again. I wanted to touch her, hold her. Everything in me screamed for her. Was this opportunity? I wonder.