Sleeping with Death

Remembering human encounters.

Sir Orcus smiled, recalling the last encounter he had with a human. He chuckled a little, remembering how pathetic they were.

The kid was just reaching the peek of his growth, rounding 6'5" in longitude. He was dainty, resembled a maul-nutritioned child, though he wasn't. His hair was a bit overgrown and course, his face consumed by grotesque acne. His whole appearance repulsive and simply unattractive. Due to his outward appearance, Sir Orcus was already biased to dislike him.

When gazing upon him, Sir Orcus couldn't help but to smile and snicker slightly. He slowly moved towards the trembling child.

"What brings you to me, boy?". Sir Orcus' voice resonated in a deep, intimidating tone. As he spoke, the boy winched, the smell of fear surrounding him. Sir Orcus couldn't help but laugh a little. Upon hearing his laugh, the boy flinched back, his trembling becoming quite severe. 

"Are you going to respond?". Sir Orcus' tone held a hint of amusement, regardless he was growing impatient with the child. 

The boy wiped his forehead, and took in a deep breath.

"I-I-I've come to challenge you f-f-for Mother's soul". His voice so meek and pathetic! Sir Orcus began laughing hysterically. The boy reached into his pocket and withdrew a small dagger. He then got into battle stance, trying to seem prepared. Sir Orcus' laughter came to an abrupt stop as he looked at the child's weapon of choice. He grinned an evil grin, the only kind he'd come to know. 

"Do you really think you can fight, let alone defeat me?". Sir Orcus' voice no longer held amusement, but pity.

The boy didn't respond. He tensed up and began to charge at Sir Orcus. As he ran, he bellowed a loud battle-cry which died short, for Sir Orcus extended his hand swiftly and with enough force to stab his hand straight through the boy's throat. His fingertips split right between two vertebre, snapping his neck. Due to the amount of force Sir Orcus put out, his arm, up to his elbow, was through the boy's neck. Sir Orcus frowned and threw the boys body off his hand with disgust and disappointment. Sir Orcus looked down to the body and frowned.

A light emerald dust began to seep out in to the air leaving the boys wound. Sir Orcus extended his hand, beckoning the dust to come to him. The dust quickly flew into him. Once all the dust had disappeared into Sir Orcus, he snickered. He looked to the sky, closing his eyes. As he did this, Sir Orcus became a huge array of butterflies. Their formation breathtakingly beautiful as they flew into the darkness.

Sir Orcus returned home, yet again, overly disappointed. Humans could never entertain him. All they ever seemed to do was annoy him, waste his time, and energy. Sir Orcus sighed, coming back into reality. He disliked recalling past experiences. Sir Orcus had much of experience, never forgetting any of it.

Sir Orcus' thoughts trailed to the boy he had taken interest in. Humans had always bored him, but this one was different. This one Sir Orcus hand selected. He grinned, growing impatient as he awaited the boys arrival. Knowing, this one would not disappoint him like all the others.

Sir Orcus' grinned.

A grin he'd never known until now.

A grin of happiness.