Love=Death

Inspection

Death began to tidy their old robe as they walked to to the gate leading to the god's. They always hated coming here. Home of the goody two shoes. Death chose a simple shape to appear in. A simple slim woman in a black robe and a hood. Raven hair and pure black eyes. Her skin almost translucent she was so pale. Her slender frame made her walk up to the gate gracefully, just as she had wished. The second she stepped up to the golden wrung, it swung open.

Milo, the guard, shivered as she walked past. He didnt make eye contact either. She was used to that though, I mean she was Death. She walked up the gold steps to a huge white door, columns on either side. They were very traditional here, so no doorbell. She lifted her frail thin wrist to the door and knocked timidly. She was shaking, her hood fell covering her face as she tried to compose herself. Then the door opened.

A tall pale man in a white and gold trimmed robe stood there, waiting for Death to say something. This part was always awkward, it wasn't like their was a rule book on how to go to god's houses.

"hi, um I'm Death. I have my monthly appointment today with the main council."

The man stepped to the side and widened to the door, waiting fir her to walk past. She realized he was waiting for her and she scurried across the threshold. The front room always left her gaping like a fish, it was stunning, well if you were into colour. 

Blue and yellow couches wrapped around the room, clashing horribly. The ceiling was twice as tall as the door and a diamond chandelier hung in the middle of the ceiling. The tile was marble, the greyish pink designs swirling around the squares. Paintings covered nearly every inch of the walls, paintings and mirrors. The gods loved to look at themselves seeing as the paintings were all portraits. 

The sound of someone clearing their throat brought Death back to reality. She looked up to see the Leader of the god counsel. His curly white hair and beard nearly covered how much he was sticking his nose up like a snob but it didnt hide it entirely. He folded his arms and kept his scandaled feet together, waiting. 

"Im here, can we get this over with?" Death asked already wanting to leave and be done. He nodded and motioned for her to follow him down a corridor. Once they reached the end, a lone door made of wood was at the end. It was falling apart, splinters sticking out of it, its discoloured face disgusted Death. That door was dead, and Death should know.

The god made his way to the centre of the room where a throne like chair was, its exterior gold of course. He sat in it and motioned for her to sit in the rickety wooden chair across from him. That hardly seemed fair. She sat down and waited for the violated feeling to come. The gods couldn't speak, or they refused, no one knew. They communicated with telepathy. Talking to each other like voices in someone's head. 

How was your week? he started.

Fine.

Let's get this over with then. How many souls taken this week?

1, 307,492. Death stated matter of factly. As it was in fact, a fact. She didnt know how she knew, its just when they asked, the words, well numbers, seemed to flow out of her mouth on their own.

Busy week. Busy, busy, busy... He trailed off, looking at his clipboard.

Yeah, i guess.

How many damned?

503, 921.

Saved?

803, 571. 

Death could tell by the look on the god's face this was worrying him, the number of damned people was going up. It didnt matter to her but to the gods it was their job to save as many people as possible. She waited for the last question. After a minute of thought he finally asked it.

Did you help anyone cheat death?

No. Never have, never will.