Spirit Animals Oneshots

Devin x Karmo - But I Want You Now

A/N -
I wrote this for Dasharoo for positivity week on the Spirit Animals Amino, hope you enjoy!
P.S. - I get some inspiration from 'The Book Thief' which is an amazing book and I would definitely recommend it!
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Karmo's PoV -

I walk with everyone, I will eventually get to know every person that has ever and will ever live. I know the day a new born baby will die from the moment it's born, and no, I'm not any kind of angel. I am a spirit of death. It is my job to take people's lives, of course I always wait till the day Fate tells me what to do.

Taking people's lives is an enormous job, I never have any free time. You probably are thinking bad of me, that I'm evil and heartless. None of that is true, I am very much like anyone else. I have a heart, though I have never loved anyone else but I do feel sympathy for the families of the people I take. I take nearly everyone's soul gently, just a simple touch of the heart and they walk beside me into the afterlife. There are a few souls I do have the pleasure of taking in a cruel way with the jab of a dagger but they always deserve it for the deeds they did in life. I drag these souls behind me as I take them to their final resting place, luckily there have only been a few of these.

Furthermore, it is sad to be like me, not only am I busy but I'm always sad, I witness so many tragic ends, drowning, shooting, heart attack, cancer, poison, and many more. I see the families weep over their loved ones but the souls themselves that I take never see this, they are always blind, mute, and deff when I take them. It is for their own good, I wouldn't want them to see their own body laying there lifeless with their loved ones hugging what is left after I have done my work.

Worst of all is, I'm not allowed to love another. There is no one in life or death who is like me, I am alone. Even if I did find someone to love, I couldn't have them. It would mean death for them and a condemning lingering life after death with no where to go, no heaven, no hell, or anywhere in between. They would stay with me and be stuck in the warm yet cold static that is my life. It would be even worse for me, not only would I be stuck here, in between life and death, heaven and hell, with no job to do, I would suffer each of my pacientes deaths twenty times each.

     Well that's enough about me, I think you get the jist of what I do so I'll get on with my story.

     I have just a few rules of my line of work:
1) Never look at the living
2) Never fall in love
3) Never kill before a soul's time is up

     These rules help to keep myself and my pacientes safe. When I walk to my next job I always keep my head down no matter what, don't look at the living. It was on a routine call like this that our story began and yes, I did say our...

     The sidewalk is the color of pale sand, a light yellow with bits of grey, the street is a black and grey with bright yellow highlighter that runs through the middle, the grass is a deep green in summer and a light yellow brown in winter unless it is covered in the pale white of snow. I know these things well, I stare at these things year after year. If you were to ask me the color of a living human's skin or eyes, I wouldn't know. I've never seen these, only heard of them.

     As I walked to my next call I seen these things, first light yellow with grey, then a black and grey mix, then a yellow-brown with bits of green, finally my patient. I allowed myself to observe my patient, they were always different than the living though, always pale, always with fearful eyes and hearts. This was an young boy, normal height, blue eyes and brown hair, he was fairly skinny. Most noticeable of all was the knife dug deep in his chest and the bright sticky crimson that pooled around him. I usually don't know my patience names but in this case I assumed it was Dawson. A voice from a living person sitting beside the body of my patient stated his name between sobs while gently shaking my patients shoulders to wake him. It was of course to no avail, Dawson was too far gone, his eyes stated wide and the knife barely moved up and down between heart beats, Dawson was going to die at my hand. I knelt next to Dawson and gently place a hand on his heart, I was capable of passing through skin, bone, and muscles with just the will of my mind. Instantly Dawson's spirit appeared next to me. His eyes were open wide but was glazed over with temporary blindness, he opened his mouth in a scream but he was silent. I wrapped and arm around him, he jumped a little in fear but nestled closer to me, very few souls did that, they always tried to run from me.