Polestar

Chapter 1

Chapter 1

“W-who are you?” yeah, I managed to let out a stutter. Brave me. Ugh.

He chuckled then looked at me straight in the eye.

“I'm Death,” He said huskily.

Oh my god. I don't know if he's serious or if he's just some guy who is nuts, but dang, he's so sexy. God! what am I thinking?

You can't really blame me though.

He has this black cold eyes that could pierce through your soul(Haha. get it? death and soul? psh. nevermind), his long eyelashes(I swear he's wearing extensions), his pointed, but slightly crooked nose(yeah, death's a badass), and his lips. God, his lips that really resembles a certain someone's bow. He's really tall too, a six, maybe? And dang! I could see the outline of his abs through his fitted white v-neck. Wait, I thought death wears black cloaks? like those cult dudes?

“You know, when I tell people I'm death, they usually beg for their lives or ran as fast as hell, not drool over me. And no, I stopped wearing cloaks a hundred years ago.” he has this playful smirk on his damn sexy face.

I fight the urge to roll my eyes. “Just because you said you are who you're saying you are, doesn't me I believe you.”

“Oh yeah?” then this scythe appeared in his hands aout of nowhere.

My jaw dropped as he traces the scythe's blade slowly.

“Woah dude! Where did you learned that?” I squealed excitedly, almost jumping up and down. Yeah, I'm that cool...not.

His fingers stopped halfway the blade and looked at me with frustation.

“You won't believe me, huh?” he challenged.

Then with a blink of an eye, he was in this crazy weird cloak and was infront of me, like inches from my face. And let me tell you, He was far from me.

“Is this better?” His voice were raspy, like he haven't talked for years.

“How—you—there” that was all I could muster before I blacked out.

I don't know where I am but all I know is that I'm laying on a very very confortable bed. And I could smell roses, Dead roses to be exact. Ugh.

Wait. Comfy bed? dead roses?

I opened my eyes and blinked.

Where the fuck am I?

I looked around but all I could see is the four corners of the room. Black walls. A door. A single lightbulb. And oh! the ceiling. hahaha...not. There's not even a window. Whoever owns this seriously needs to hire an interior designer.

Then I remembered what happened earlier.

That hot guy who was claiming that he's death. And he was doing this shit then I blacked out. But that doesn't explain my current location.

OH MY GOD. I KNOW WHERE I AM.

I'M.IN.A.FREAKING.ASYLUM. OMG OMG OMG. I KNOW IM CRAZY BUT NOT ASYLUM CRA-

A husky chuckle interrupted me from my internal panic attack.

“You know, you're really amusing. Here I am being a good per- whatever and you think that my place is an asylum? And also I'm pretty sure there's no black room in an asylum.” the guy from earlier was leaning at the wall beside the door. How long was he there? Damn.

I scoffed. “How did you know? have you been in one?”

He sent me a death glare and the lights started to flicker.

“Woah dude,Calm your magic!”

Then the lightbulb suddenly burst, leaving us with darkness.

“I don't do magic.” a harsh voice said from my right and then I felt a cold air go through me.

“You see persephone. I am who I claim I am. I am death. Hades. I rule the underworld. And you? You are mine.”

With that, the cold air vanished. And so did he.