"You had one job! One... JOB!"
"Master, please." I spoke calmly. "I didn't mean for the killing to take so long. It's just—"
"No, great great granddaughter of Lilith! I will no longer allow you to take so long giving people's souls to me! You have been slaking at your job lately! Have you gained... a soul of your own, perhaps?"
"No, master. I have not." I bowed my head.
"Good!" She grinned. "Now, where was I?"
I had the urge to facepalm, but Death doesn't like that. Yeah... She doesn't like facepalms. And, yes. My master is Death. She is a beautiful, yet harsh woman. She doesn't like the word NO, and she doesn't like it when I seem to slack at my job. Yes. My JOB, which I seem to be getting worse at. I feel like I'm GREAT; being Death's youngest advocate. I prefer to stalk and kill. Not just kill. I pretend to lack interest, then, while they're sleeping... I STEAL their soul... but, these days... Death prefers me to kill. The hard thing is, if I take too long on the job, I switch bodies. I turn into another being every other night. Sometimes, it's every few days, and sometimes, it's every one or two weeks. It varies; depending on my skill and performance. I'm her main advocate; I don't know of any others. She never likes to wait for me. And, she's so picky with the people she wants me to take. But... killing people, now? Well, ha, that's too easy... But, stealing their souls? Damn! They... WE... have to be alone. I've never actually had intercourse with any of the men I've had to sneak with and away, but I had to do SOOOO much WORK! But, females? Now, THAT... That is just too easy. I laugh to myself sometimes; thinking of the fondest memories of stealing their souls. Everyone's faces were just priceless! Yet, I have no idea what she does to the souls she collects. I just deliver them. But, humans are so pathetic. Easy. Naive.
"Now..." Death grinned. "This is your last chance to prove yourself a good advocate."
"Okay." I nodded thankfully.
"Yes..." she nodded in return. "I want you to kill... HIM." she pointed towards her Orbs of Eye.
I stared at the young man standing on a stage, singing into a microphone. There were a lot of people offstage of him. They were singing with him... whatever the song was. The people around him were happy. They were cheering him on.
"Stop staring at him, great great granddaughter of Lilith!"
"Sorry, Death." I bowed my head.
"You're looking at him just like I looked at Set."
I shook my head. "Sorry. It's just... he looks delicious..."
"Mm- hm..." she laughed. "And I want his soul."
"Why him?"
"Let's see..." Death pulled out her scroll. "Talented, hard-working, funny, fun, interesting, smart, creative, extremely attractive... and... single." she made her scroll disappear. "Now, go. And you will be now known as... Kristie Clockwork."
"Kristie Clockwork? I'm sorry, Death... but, what a name..."
"Would you prefer something else?" she raised an eyebrow.
"No... it's fine." I've learned to respond to her questions like that. Her questions are rarely serious.
"Good." She nodded. "You won't take so long this time, right?"
"No, Death. I'll kill him as fast as possible. I—"
"No."
"Ma'am?" I was confused.
"Take your time on this one. There's no deadline." she grinned evilly.
"Yes, Death. I understand." I nodded.
"You won't be needing you're black outfit this time. Usually, you where dark clothes. This time, you'll be wearing colors."
"Yes. I understand." I nodded.
"I'll be in your consciousness."
"Okay." I nodded.
"Now, go on. Go! And, maybe, bring me a snack."
"Yes, ma'am." I rushed off.
