Through the Eyes of Death

꧁༺ 𝓒𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓕𝓲𝓿𝓮 ༻꧂

⋆༺𓆩☠︎︎𓆪༻⋆

Azrail

⋆༺𓆩☠︎︎𓆪༻⋆

I pull out a bunch full of keys that dangle on its metal hoop from out of my pocket and open the door for my unexpected guest. I direct the long sleek black-haired woman whose eyes pierced through even my old and decrepit soul into the guest room which seemingly is always prepared for when a guest comes to stay on quick notice. I always try to keep each room clean with its own unique flair. A room meant for observatory pleasure. Eye candy.

This room I call, 'Midnight Lover' I suppose the name is a bit much, but I personally like it because of the mesmerizing starry night sky painting with the tiniest crystals imbedded into the ceiling to give the viewer that twinkling effect, day and night. This room is a rather spacious edition to the house, but each room is extravagant down to the bones of this house. The walls were painted to look like a night sky letting the moonlight hit the forest pines and dewy grass. For those who know about this room, know that the painting on each surrounding wall is actually a portal to this land. It lies somewhere hidden deep on this earth.

Took me forever to find it and have its image captured into a still moving oil painting.

The furniture I had custom made for this room is made from a soft maple tree. It's an absolute beautiful soft creamy light brown with a wonderful sensory touch. There were two nightstands on each side of the bed. Dressers were hidden afar in the walk-in closet that was large enough to hold a crowd of people. The hand carved wooden canopy bed was draped in a deep navy-blue velvet curtain where if you sat or laid in the bed you would see the twinkling night sky on its inner drape. The bedding was hand embroidered with gold accents that wrapped itself around the corners of the comforter. The gold embroidery is threaded with a little secret for protection.

All of the rooms are enchanted for protection. Safe rooms, each and every one of them.

I take a quick swipe with my index finger atop the nightstand to be sure no dust had settled itself onto the furniture inside the untouched room. Rubbing my index and thumb together to be sure there is not a speck of dust.

Thank goodness that my help does a better job at keeping the house together rather than keeping my official affairs scattered all around my desk.

I sighed irritated at the fact that the mess of officiary paperwork was still scattered on my desk.

" I'm sorry if I am intruding on you, I will be sure to leave in the morning, Sir Azrail," insisting on her quick exit in her soothing smoky voice.

I turn around and face the piercing emerald eyed woman whose black long sleek hair was flowing down her waist to her buttock, she was worried and filled with fear. Her hand sat stiff and ready on the hilt of the sword.

Fear for her life; filled with worry about whether I was someone to be trusted.

Her ice-cold eyes did not waver away from my dreary black voided eyes, she kept me locked in with her worried steely gaze. Searching for a suitable reply that would reassure her.

Expressing no emotion on my face, I answered her simply and assured her as best I could in my dead yet terrifyingly husky accent," You are safe with me. Always remember this."

She looked at me bubble eyed and shocked, but her shoulders eased as eyes softened at me," Thank you for your hospitality, Sir Azrail."

"Of course, the age of hospitality has died when the war started, but I like to keep my household a prime example of times of old... a library for things of old and the ancient," I smiled at her with a warmth I had not felt for a long while, I couldn't help myself and blurted out without thinking," May I ask your name?"

" Vivienne is my name," her lips cracked a gentle smile at me. It didn't feel unnatural or forced. She gave me back the warmth that someone had long ago ripped from me. Straight out of my soul and placed back. I felt an overwhelming sense of uncomforting memories at this long-forgotten emotion.

I prayed to God that my face did not contort to instant disgust in front of my guest. The feeling of those memories that I had locked away began to seep back into my mind. I quickly turned away from her and quickly excused myself," I apologize for not being able to stay longer, but I must be on my way. I have piles of paperwork still in need of filing, I must be on my way. Please feel free to wander as you please. My helper will come find you when it is time for dinner."

I made a dash out of the room before she could say anything. I slammed the door shut misremembering my own strength, the house made a loud crackling sound. Oh no, I quickly look up at the door frame to see a large crack inside the drywall. Wonderful! Now I need to call Piellis to come and fix this damned house, AGAIN!

The stress from the memories began to seep into a migraine. Every time this happens something manages to get broken.

I run down the long corridors that lead into more rooms, but the room I needed was my office.

Making sharp turn down the spiraled stairway downstairs, I make my way down the end of the hallway towards my office. My legs felt heavy like weights dragging me down forcing me towards the bottom of the vast ocean sea, but like always it was forcing my mind to shut down and fall asleep. The lights began to beam into my eyes causing me excruciating stabbing pains behind my eyes. The feeling of something sharp like a pin stabbing itself into my irises.

Finally reaching my office, I rip open the door off the hinges, again. I sighed irritated at the fact another door was now on the floor hanging by a single door hinge. I hate these migraines because of the overload of pain from just words and light is a whore to deal with.

" MARIE," I yelled inside the room searching for this helper that is supposed to be helping organize my hellscape of an office, the pain began to stab into my head becoming more unbearable, I try to yell but the word slips out weakly as I stumble towards the black accented red velveted fainting chair," Mari-."

Unable to finish my sentence I am forcibly put to rest by this migraine, I sadly did not make it onto the fainting chair. My body slumped like a sack of rice to the floor, I scraped my head onto the edge of my desk. Forcing a large gash onto my forehead, I slipped into a deep sleep. Unable to wake myself from it; I let go and give into the light.

Drifting slowly away from this reality. Into an entirely new one.