Hello, this is Death Speaking

Chapter 4: Welcome

Date: 6/4/14 9:00am

I didn't stay long with Clarence, as I wanted to get a bit of rest myself, feeling unusually tired. I never got tired, and this sort of feeling surprised me, I must be getting weak, I guess it's back to working out everyday. I thought to myself as I flew to my apartment rather than taking a portal.

Portals were so convenient, but when I wanted to be by myself and think, flying was the way to go. I didn't have wings like a bird or crazy flying powers, I just manipulated the Dark Matter around me to form wings that were capable of lifting me off the ground and allowed me to soar though the skies. Death didn't approve of this sort of action, but as long as we didn't catch the humans' attention or cloaked our selves from view with the Dark Matter, it was fine. So I flew, the wind blowing in my face, trying to whip through my short hair with little success, and I became a bit saddened when I the thought of flying brought back memories from when I was human.

I remember telling my family how I would do anything to fly, and it truly was my one dream or desire in life. I didn't want to be in the air, I didn't want to go sky diving, I wanted wings which could carry me across the sky. These wings would be black, because white is too pure color, it never attracted me. I remember the vivid dreams of flying about, feeling so free and light as I looked down upon the flightless humans who could only marvel at my luck. Only to wake up so disappointed, knowing that such a thing was impossible, and I never once didn't mourn that fact.

In fact, I often wept when I awoke, so miserable that it had been merely another lie, and it was to much to bear alone, though I managed to do so regardless. Had I known the true price I would have had to pay, I think I might not have taken it, and possibly spared myself of this burden. But that had not happened, so all I could do is try to be as optimistic as possible, which was much easier said than done for me.

I neared my apartment when I saw another unfriendly face appear in the sky, but I kept my face blank with cold politeness. "Well well well." I commented as the tall blonde flew towards me, "Hasn't it been a while, Jeral? Did you tire of sending your dog to talk to me for once?" I asked dryly, hoping the bastard would leave me, as if I hadn't been enjoying myself, now my mood was ruined.

Jeral was a long time Soul Reaper, he had been around for just a little less than Clarence, and he loved boasting about who he was back then and how important he was. I think he was some great noble from the Midieval Era, but what good did that title do him now? He seemed to believe that title was all he needed, and he slacked off so much of the time, I couldn't help but wonder when Death would fire him. Perhaps he didn't because Jeral was the closest human being who had been alive during his time. Jeral shot me a reapproving look, and I held his gaze, glaring back at him.

"No, I just wanted to be sure to inform you that the gathering is tomorrow at my place." He replied in what he probably thought to be an alluring tone, though it did the opposite as I flew a little further away from him.

"Clarence told me, I hope you have some decent food this time, alcohol is not the main dish, it's a beverage. So don't drown the food in it again, or I'll stop going." I said in a bored tone, but Jeral, who as usual, ignored my comments, grab hold of my arm and brought me close. I glared at him as his lips were inches from mine, "Don't you dare you bastard, I've already said no."

He smirked arrogantly, "And what if I don't take no for an answer?" I was about to kick him in the balls for his disgusting harassment but who should come between us but Zain, who had jumped out the window to tackle Jeral. Jeral dodged it lazily, and Zain began to fall, but I quickly grabbed him and disguised him in Dark Matter.

"What are you doing you idiot student? Did you want to get hurt?" I chastised as he glared coldly at Jeral. "I don't like that guy, he's a creep." I smacked his head, "He is, but I don't need you stepping into my battles, that takes a chunk at my pride boy."