Death Before Me

Beginning of Something... Odd.

Usually, an average human, dies once. All reapers know this. Hart has never seen a human dies multiple times, until he met a young lady. Who he promptly started to be frustrated with, because she would not stay dead, or alive. The first time, he was open and understanding. Death is a rough intake. She was so young, he felt her pain, and revived her. The next incident, she died in a fire. Again he was forgiving and gentle, letting her revive. After so many times, about sixteen if he could recall right, he nearly wanted to rip her head off. Luckily he did not, and grew to like the female quite well. He always called her Chrissy, because to him her actual name was just to formal. So many times he seen her, and always let her leave him. He began to collect a large file of her. And always kept it safe. He put in under his bed in a small safe, with the other known names, James Hallow, Alex Marks, Jackston Hart, and now, Christina Bloodgood. As weird as he thought it was to keep strands of hair, pictures, even a blood sample. No, he was not a creepy stalker or anything. He was just fascinated with her, he loved everything about her. The voice, the body, the attitude. He couldn't help but watch as she was alive. He never went to her, never wanting to be seen by prying eyes. This, this Chrissy, was someone he just needed. She was take by another man. This greatly frustrated him , he honestly... was very jealous. Now he was a tough guy, a king, he'd never admit that he was a jealous child.  Even if he did admit it, it would never be in front of a lady. By the time she ended up back again at his castle, it was well over enough to revive her. It was making him sick, it takes energy to revive someone, several times. This illness began to show in his ghost like face, his dark sunken eyes. The way he walked was the farthest thing from being proper. He still has never slept, he forced his only living son to earth with another man who swore to take care of him. Later on he figures thats not the actual case. With out sleeping, he says things that he really shouldn't. His anger would spike up faster than anyone could catch that he was angry. Almost everyday he had a problem with someone saying something, or even looking at him the wrong way. Yes, there is a wrong way to look at the king. Originally, he forced Chrissy just to stay upstairs, and not make a huge war with his people, later on in the months of staying up there, he actually felt bad. He allowed her to walk around the castle, and to anyone who said anything about her, their hearts would be ripped out and burned to ash. He was not a happy man, nor would he ever need to be " happy." What was the point of being happy, when someone would just knock it right back down, like a little kid when he drops a piece of cake. He either cries, or brutally rips them a new one. Now, Hart, would gladly rip anyone a new one if they even dare open their mouth in an insulting manner. He loved that his kingdom was afraid of him. He knew one day he would have to step down from his throne and give it to his son, Grim. That wasn't going to happen anytime soon. Grim wasn't ready to face these annoying little bastards. He didn't want to put his son through that pain, not yet. He still needed to grow up, and finally figure out who he actually was.