Through the Eyes of Death

꧁༺ 𝓒𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓢𝓲𝔁 ༻꧂

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Marie Antoinette

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I was skipping down the long dark hallways whistling a tune I thought was dreamy, but the broken-down office door hanging only on its hinges caught my instant attention.
Ice ran through my veins, my skipping turned into frantic running. I scream for Sir Azrail's name in a frenzied haze," Sir Azrail! Where are you, sir?!?"
I tore through the room looking for this six-foot-five-tall man. How can I NOT find a giant like him? I stubbed my foot on a large mass and soon realized that it was Azrail in an instant. I lifted his heavy body that weighed like tons. It takes a long time to learn the ways of the dead, but if you have been around as long as I have been, you become advanced in the ways of the dead. I huffed and grunted my way into his room, I finally put him onto his bed and with a tap of my finger. He gently plopped onto the bed. Usually, this ghostly pickup trick works like a charm, but I wasted a lot of my strength helping Azrail rearrange his ENTIRE house. The life of the dead is never easy, especially if you swore allegiance to your new master who is very emotional. At this point, I am his emotional support ghost!
I gently brushed his light, brown-honeyed blond hair to one side of his cheek; he did look like a harmless babe when he slept. This is the same man who massacred an entire village of humans to free me and keep me here. I am kept in this eerily vast mansion that deceived those who passed by it. Those who passed by the broken-down husk that used to be a house. But if you had a keen eye for the threads of life, you would see the way life itself has threaded its way around the shell of a house. A barrier of many protections. And to be truthful, the only reason I stay with him is because he makes me feel safe.
The more I brushed my fingers through his wild yet tame waves his breathing steadied and eased its wild pants for life. I sighed as I stared at this giant of a man gently running my fingers down the curve of his jaw. I wiped the tears that softly trickled down his cheek.

" Who hurt you so my sweet Azrail," I pondered deeply at him wondering who Azrail could be dreaming of, but no one came to mind. My brows furrowed in deep concern for Azrail as I watched him toss and turn in his sleep, his low whimpers underneath his quivering breath. I sighed as I continued to stroke his light waves of hair. The fact that I did not know irritated me, no not just irritation. It was anger. Anger that I did not know who hurt Azrail so. I did my best not to rip my being from his side to search endlessly throughout his memories, but Sir Azrail made me swear that I would not pry. To gain his trust, I allowed him a piece of me. A locket and a vow. A vow sealing our eternal companionship with each other. We would kill and care for each other. From the day our oath was spoken till his long journey has ended.

" I will be here for you until the end of time Azrail," I whispered sweetly into his ear, brushing through his dark brown waves that were honeyed with light brown highlights. He slept peacefully. His thrashing had come to a halt as his breath calmed itself. I sighed in relief. Thank God his spirit has calmed itself.

Azrail began to grumble underneath his breath," Have you checked on our guest?"

" Guest," I was utterly confused, was Azrail awake or was this one of his sleep talking occasions, I l stared intently at Azrail, but his eyes were still closed," Ah... Are you awake Azrail?"

Azrail suddenly lifted up his left arm and draped it over his eyes," Yes Little Ant, I am now." He always gets up with haste as if he was running from his dreams as well. It truly made me curious if he even slept at all. Each time I would watch him rest he would wake up after 5 or 10 minutes. The only time I have ever seen him sleep like a normal human was... Oh lord, I don't even remember when that was. It feels like ages ago.

" Little Ant, check on our guest please, she is probably trapped in the Midnight Lover room and afraid for her life at this moment," Azrail ordered me in his soothingly cold accent, it always made me feel afraid but also... happy. I honestly never understood why. Not until I realized that Azrail was the only person who truly cared for me. Cared for me care. A care with all his soul that he would protect me at all costs no matter the cost it took from his life.

" Yes, Sir Azrail, it shall be done."

" Little Ant..."

I looked at Azrail waiting for his next order, but what he said next surprised even me. A woman who was executed in front of her kingdom with the knowledge that if I had continued my endless need for baked goods I would die, you would think nothing would surprise me at this point.

" I-... Thank you, Marie... sincerely," Azrail was sitting up now looking intensely into my eyes. He truly meant what he said. I felt my heart flutter in my chest. I felt... alive. For an undead such as myself I should not be feeling this. The more I am with Azrail the more I feel.

" No Azrail, thank you... for everything you have done for me," I smiled at him after composing my apparent shock written all over my face," I am forever indebted to you."

I bowed and took my leave.