The Journals of Death.

Part Three

"Oh, Life!~" I walked into Life's office with a skip in my step and the small child on my shoulders. She wasn't afraid of me, and the fabric of my cloak was enough to keep her safe from my "skin condition". Life lifted his eyes from his paperwork, but he showed little interest. There was a pinch between his eyebrows, a little thing he does to show his displeasure. He'll get wrinkles if he keeps it up. I imagined that he believed anything brought in on my shoulders was sure to bring trouble. And he was correct.

"What do you want?" He grimaced, accenting the 'you' to his question.

"I know you two don't exactly have the best relationship, but shouldn't you try to set the good example by being a bit kinder?" Daisy whispered, not-so-quietly, to Life.

"You should listen to your secretary, Life," I sat down on the desk, making sure to spill the paperwork all over the marble floor. There would be no getting work done in my presence.

"Mhmm, you should take some time out of your schedule for your only daughter," the child climbed up onto the desk, making paper fall as she went, that's my kid. Except I don't have kids. Don't worry about it.

"Child?" Life fell out of his chair. Daisy simply picked up the chair and went around the desk to start picking up the papers that had fallen. She left Life to get up on his own, offering no assistance after learning he had fathered children and refused to care for them for so long. Look at that child, old enough to walk, and without a father, shame on him. "I don't have children," he insisted, crawling up from behind his desk, hair ruffled, halo misplaced.

"That can't be true, Life, you've created numerous things," I snickered. "Surely there may have been a child here or there you've forgotten about. Technically speaking, wouldn't you have been the father to all children? You created humans and such," I waved my hand, shrugging.

"God is the parent of all things," Life corrected, adjusting his robe and standing up straight. He patted down his hair, trying to fix it, even though he didn't have a mirror. "I don't have my own personal child."

The child in question turned to face me, eyes watering, and then sprawled itself over my lap hugging my torso. "Mama, Papa doesn't believe me!"

Now, it may not surprise anyone to know that I am, in fact, not good with sobbing entities, especially those that are clinging to my being. I'm not one for physical contact, that much should be obvious, so I believe something short circuited in my brain when this took place. I, quite frankly, wasn't sure if I should attempt to so much as pat the child's back. How does one comfort another being?

"Now, look what you did, Life, you made our child cry! How could you?" I fumbled with my hands, not knowing what to do, but not wanting to just leave them by my sides.

"Wait," Life slicked back his hair, before pointing his finger at me. "You'd have me believe that I have a child and that you, of all creatures, are the mother?"

"It's the truth!" the child wailed between tears before I could attempt to explain myself.

"I had a feeling there was something going on with you two," Daisy hid her smile behind her hand. Daisy, betraying my trust like this... I know I'm parading around like this is my child but to think she believed it.

"What are you talking about? Can't you clearly see that I would never even think about being in a relationship with that... that... thing," Life gestured at me.

"I am not a 'thing', thank you very much," I rolled my eyes.

"You're a crime against humanity, quite literally."

"Don't be mean to Mama, Papa!" the child frowned.

"I am not your father," he sighed, holding his face in his hands. "How many times must I say that? I want proof, actual proof, if you're to have me believe such nonsense."

The child jumped down from the desk and glared at Life. The aura around the small being changed as wings were summoned into view. They were fully black with the same feather pattern as Life's. A weapon materialized from the center of the child's chest. Although not like my scythe, it was indeed a weapon used for collecting souls. The method of getting the weapon, too, was eerily like Life's holy sword.

"That doesn't prove anything," Life stuttered, trying to come up with a logical explanation to explain away the scene before him. "Those wings could mean that the child is a fallen angel, not Death's child. Just because the wing pattern is the same doesn't mean that the kid is my spawn!"

"Aren't you the one always going on and on about how special your wings are and that the detailed design is unique to each angelic being just like fingerprints are to the mortals?" I raised an eyebrow at him.

"That doesn't mean anything!" he fumbled for words.

"Life," Daisy sighed, rubbing the side of her forehead, "don't you think it's time you accepted the facts before you? Although rare, there have been instances of inheriting identical wing patterns among angels."

"Explain why they are black then!" Life pointed. He'd been doing a lot of that today.

"I'm not a pure creature? That one seems pretty obvious to me," I shrugged. I didn't like the concept either, producing a child with Life, but I also know for a fact that most of my memories are beyond muddled. Perhaps I simply didn't remember this child's creation.

"There is another option we're forgetting here," Daisy smiled. Life and I both looked at her, patiently waiting for the continuation of that sentence. "This child could be a manifestation of both your powers, making it seem like your child but not actually being your child at all."

"What a genius, Daisy," I picked up the kid under its arms and plopped it into Daisy's hands. "I can see why Life keeps you around, keep up the good work, ciao," I gave a small salute and ran out the door. Whatever explanation anyone had for that kid, it's not mine, and I won't be taking care of it even if it is somehow mine.

"Death! Get back here! This is joint custody!" Life shouted out the door, but not bothering to chase after me.