Death's Apprentice

Chapter 1

A quick before-word from the BlueArzt.

I apologise for this being so late, I've been focused on fixing up Creeperia that I completely forgot! But I hope you like it, I might add more to this short chapter later, but for now I hope you enjoy and don't forget to review and vote!

Have a lovely evening.

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The knocking continued as Death, finally placing his Daily Death down, the odd deaths could have increased in the time the Paper Boy hadn't delivered the new Daily Death, which had been missing for a week.

Death pushed his chair backwards, skillfully avoiding the numerous piles of paper that littered around the house, they towered above him as he parked his chair beside the only table in the long hall, which held a phone and a decorated pad of paper ready for use.

Standing up and walking towards the door, the dust lifted off his shoulders as he pulled his long coat on, it reached to his knees.

The bolts that held the door locked quickly came undone, the lightly glowing patterns on them shifted spots as he undid them, allowing him to open the door a bit.

What he saw outside was not what he had expected, he had expected the paper boy apologising, he had expected silly teenagers with their Ding Dong Ditching again. But this was not it.

Two figures, one taller than the other, were barely visible as they held up a young teenager coated in mud and dirt, maybe even a speck of blood here and there.

Death quickly slammed the door shut, doing up the top-most bolt as he leaned back against the door, expecting the ghostly figures to break through it at any moment.

"D, you have to take him" One said, Creation, who had a slightly higher voice than normal, who was taller than Balance who stood to her left.

"I don't need an apprentice, I was topped up a long time ago, I'm not dieing, Plague is tightly locked up in his dungeon, I do not need one!" He said, still pushing himself up against the wall, looking over at a piece of paper that had fluttered down to the ground off the pile in the doorway near the door.

"No, he did escape about a week ago, during a meeting of the Gods, most of us were scattered around to different realms, some of us died and became Shades, some of us...are imprisoned. He plans to raise the Titan again, but he plans to raise something much much worse" Balance said, a deeper voice than Creation.

Death sighed before turning around, slowly opening the door and holding it open as they dragged the boy through to the only inhabitable room, which was the kitchen and the living room which held an old couch.

"Will he come after me?" Death asked as he followed, watching as they dumped him on the couch, they turned around to stand side by side, watching Death. Creation was taller than Balance.

"Knowing him, yes" Creation said as they faded even more, being faded enough was bad enough. The connection between the Other Realm was frayed if it was this bad for a High God.

"There is currently one other High God here that we know of, on Earth, the others are just very Minor Gods choosing to live as humans." Balance said as there was an explosion, like fireworks, from inside the two figures. They slowly faded out.

Death looked over at the teenager as he took a deep breath, shooting upwards and looking around the room at the tall man.

"Whaat..?" The boy said, looking at the mud that coated himself.

"You were paralysed by the other Gods who needed you to stay still as they got you pass the Guards, please go clean up" He said as he turned away, walking down the hall to the other empty room, a large library with a bowl of water in the middle, held by a gold bowl with odd markings all over it.

Leaning over the bowl Death peered into it, its official name was a Concave, something all Gods used  to speak or 'Port' between the Realms. In total there were three other Concaves between the Realms, one located in Amurica, one located in the new islands of New Zealand and one located in an unknown located in Russia.

He heard the boy thumped off the couch as he peered inbetween the murky waters, the murky waters in a Concave wasn't good, especially as he finally made contact with the Concave in the Meadow, where the Gods met each month for a meeting.

He peered around the meadow, the flattened grass still the same, but stopped when he saw a few of the Gods, chained to a tree, he couldn't identify them from this distance but he could identify the Shades holding them captive.

As he watched them he felt another presence forming infront of him, he pulled out of the Concave as the tall, pale shadow formed above him, the ember eyes with black holes in the middle captivated him as he scrambled backwards, the Concave exploding outwards as the Shade tried to throw a Shadow Spike at him, missing by an inch as he rolled, pulling a long and curved knife out, driving it deep into one of the shards with a still-intact symbol on it. 

He felt a large pain in his back as he drove it in, pain flowing over him as the Shade finally disappeared with the final words, the apprentice beside him trying to wake him up as they echoed in his mind.

"May we meet again, Brother"