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Cleo's POV
"What do you want?" I ask the figure as I stand up slowly.
"I heard your pray and wish to offer my help" he tells me.
"How could you possibly help me? Who are you?" I ask glaring at him as he takes a step closer. "Stay back" I tell him sternly.
"I am death and I can stoop your brother from dying" he tells me.
"What do you want in return? I doubt you'd save my brother out of the goodness of your heart" I state.
"I have no heart" he tells me chuckling. "But as I am Death I have certain talents" he states.
"Do you really expect me to believe you are the Grim Reaper?" I ask him. "Where's your scythe?" I ask crossing my arms. He puts his out and a scythe appears from fine air. I gasp taking a step away from him. "Leave me alone" I tell him trying not to shake in fear.
"Ok then, I'll just take your brothers soul then when he dies in a month's time" he states making his scythe disappear. Before he began to walk away when I called him back.
"What would you want in return for saving my brother?" I ask him. At first he says nothing approaching as I stand my ground. He circles me taking a strand of my hair pulling it to his bone lips.
"You are really beautiful, so tell you what I'll save your brother's life. In return I get your soul in six months time" he explains.
"My soul?" I ask my voice quivering.
"Yes one soul for an other, but I am giving you six months to put your affairs in order. Know this though if you try to run, I'll take you brother and aunt's souls" he states.
"Leave Aunt Lara out of this please" I tell him as he wraps an around me.
"So do we have a deal my beauty?" he asks making his scythe reappear.
"My brother will have a long healthy life and have a family one day?" I ask him.
"If that is his wish, I can promise he won't die until he is at least forty. Then I'll leave it to nature to decide how long he lives" he explains.
"You mean his cancer will come back?" I ask him.
"No when I save him he'll be cured of his cancer for good. But I cannot protect from other means of death after he turns forty. When he dies he dies and will be reunited with your parents in Heaven" he states.
"What about me? What will you do with my soul?" I ask him.
"You'll just have to wait and see my dear" he tells me. "Now do we have a deal?" he asks me.
"Yes, you may have my soul please save my brother" I tell him as a tear runs down my cheek. He steps in front of me and kisses my hand and it began to glow.
"Swear your loyalty to me and speak of what you want in return" he tells me.
"In the name of Satan and by all the demons named and nameless who swarm the Pits of Hell, I do happily sell my soul to the Death, in exchange for my brother's health and life" I say mindlessly before covering my mouth. "What have I done?" I ask him as I begin to feel weak. But he catches me before I can fall.
"You just saved your brother's life by selling me your soul. Don't worry only you and me can see my mark. See you in six months my beauty your time starts now" he states laying me down. He places an hour glass beside me before letting out a whistle. A skeletal winged horse appeared and he mounted it. "Make your last six months in this realm count my beauty" Death tells me before they disappear.
My strength returns and I look at my hand to see a pentagram with runes on it. "What have I done? How could I of been so stupid?" I ask myself crying. When I hear my phone ring and I answer it without looking at the caller id. "Yes, who is it?" I ask the caller.
"It's Lara, it's about your brother Cleo" she tells me.
"Is he alright?" I ask her wondering if death had tricked me.
"Just come down to the hospital and see for yourself" she tells me before hanging up. I sigh standing up dusting myself off taking one last look around the graveyard. Before heading to the parking lot and getting into my car with the hourglass in the passenger seat. Then drive to the hospital taking nervous glances at the hourglass or my hand when I was at the red traffic lights.
A/N
Picture above of Cleo's tattoo and picture on the external link of the hourglass.
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