Power of Death (Agathario)

Chapter Five

Agatha opened her eyes to find herself tangled in the blankets of the bed. She quickly pulled herself out, then waved her hand over the sheets, making them fold back into a neat shape over the mattress. She found her dress from the day before right where she left it, but it was clean. There was no dirt or grime to be found on the fabric. Agatha hadn't cleaned it, so Death must have.

Agatha exited the bedroom, walking into the main room. She retrieved an apple from the closet and was about to sink her teeth into it when the front door opened.

Death walked in, wearing a different dress than the day before. This one was more simple, very similar to the one Agatha wore. She looked up at Agatha and her lips pressed together as she stopped in the doorway.

"Hi," Agatha said when Death didn't say anything.

"Hi," Death replied blankly. "You're up early."

"No earlier than you," Agatha returned.

"It's not by choice," Death said as she closed the door behind her. "A lot of people die at night. Sometimes I have to leave people waiting to be collected for a few minutes, but if I slept at night I would be leaving them for hours. I can't do that."

Agatha raised an eyebrow. "How exactly did you become Death anyway? Did you just wake up one day and know everything?"

"I was not Death until I was three," Death answered. "I was just the first person to die. If my mom had died, or my dad, or my brothers... if anyone died before me they would have been Death. When I died, I realized no one could see me or hear me. I became like a ghost, but then I learned how to use my magic to do things. And when my brother finally died," Death shrugged, "I knew what I had to do."

"So you were part of the first family on Earth," Agatha clarified, smiling from the sheer impressiveness of it all. "Incredible."

"Civilization's come a long way since then," Death said. "More people have been born, and more people have died. Speaking of dying, I now have to go pick up about 20 more people who've done just that. Maybe try to be gone when I get back."

Agatha gripped the apple stronger in her hand. "Got it. Go do your job, Death."

"I will, and good luck to you," Death replied, turning and opening the door again. She paused right as she was about to walk out. "Oh... and my real name is Rio. Rio Vidal. Death is just a title." She turned to Agatha. "So... call me Rio."

Agatha nodded, her stomach twisting with a whirlwind of emotions. She kept her face as blank as possible. "Okay. Rio."

Rio bit her lip, nodding back, then walked out the door. The door shut. Leaving Agatha alone again.

"Rio," Agatha whispered, staring at the closed door.

She took a bite out of her apple.

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Another short chapter before a longer more iNTEreStiNG one 

-VictoryGreen8