Falling In Love With Death

7: Death Had An Ego The Size Of The Eiffel Tower

Amaryllis Roman

Deaths house was so decorative. Each room had a different theme to it correlating with different time periods. Death had his east wing Dedicated to Ancient civilizations, and his west wing to the Middle Ages.

To say the least, he lived in luxury.

Death and I were currently sitting in his foyer talking about Chaos, Sinistrams and Angels. He was basically debriefing me on the world of the supernatural.

"So why does Chaos think your dying?"

Silence.

"Why did Chaos come to me to try to help?"

Silence.

"Why aren't you friends with Chaos and Havoc?"

Silence.

Just some of the many questions I tried to ask Death but he wouldn't answer. He just reverted the answers to another subject.

"So are they're a lot of people in the world that know the truth?" I asked while sitting on his couch.

"No not exactly," he said leaning against the kitchen counter.

Hallelujah he's willing to answer.

"There's a select few that know of the truth but only because they were put in power to keep the secret from tumbling out, like the head of police. Of course those individuals think they rose to power by themselves which is untrue but what humans don't know won't hurt them. Human ego is something I will never understand."

I scoffed. Death had an ego the size of the Eiffel Tower.

"Could've fooled me." I said under my breath.

"What was that Amaryllis?"

"I said I like bread and cheese. I'm hungry, you know when your stomach growls because of lack of sustenance?"

"I know what it is." He snapped.

"I don't have food here." He said. My jaw dropped.

"But your kitchen is huge. Why on earth do you even have a kitchen if you don't eat?" I said my voice echoing throughout his foyer.

Yea. It freaking echoed. That's how huge it was.

"I never said I didn't eat. I just said I don't have food right now."

I huffed.

"Ok well can we go get some?" I asked exasperated.

He smiled a little.

"You have quite the temper."

"Glad I could amuse you."

"Oh you have no idea."

"Just get me food."

"I'm not your slave."

"But your my host. Having guests 101, you have to offer me food and water."

"For humans maybe."

"No it's called common curtesy, ever heard of it?"

"Oh sure lots of times. I always greet my guest with food and water that they can't eat." He said triumphly.

That shut me up.

"Ah...oh, w-w-well y-you s-should still offer it t-to m-me." I said feeling dumb. He laughed as he motioned me to follow him.