death for such beauty

chapter 1 Death

He laied on the ground, looking up at the upper part of hell. Hell is basically a big ol' cave with fire coming up out of place's. He remembered the first time he came here, falling and falling from earth, but, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't remember anything before that. he can't remember his life, his name, his birth, or anything else.

All he knew was that he killed himself from depression, so Death says. Mostly everyone looked the same in hell, or, at least Death's reapers all looked the same. Since he was a new one, he hasn't earned his blade. He gas his robe, but he prefers to wear black pants, a black shirt, and black boots. Death made him bald and as white as a vampire. he had no color on him, even his eyes were black, and he was color blind because of it.

When he fell from earth, Death greeted him with eternity in hell, and a stab in the chest, with his ten foot blade. He felt the fire going through his body when that happened. He remembers looking up at death, and just giving him a laugh. How vivid he was, laughing at Death in happiness of losing his soul.

He could see that Death liked him. So he gave him to become a reaper, and work for Death to take life's from others.He took nine hundred ninety-nine lifes from others. He has to take one-thousand in order to be a real reaper. So he's anxious to get his next appointment.

A coworker of his appears in smoke before him. "Hey E.F.S" Everyone in hell has a number instead of a name. mine was eleven-four-seven, but they call him E.F.S "Hello. Arnt you suppose to be working seventy-two?" He never ever works, thought E.F.S. "I'm taking a break, and watch your tone boy." He sat down by him. "Death arranging anything for me?" seventy-two shook his head. "I don't know dude. He's been busy taking short lives from the Soul Bowl."

The soul bowl was a bowl looking as people's souls that are almost dead. Only Death can work the bowl, other wise it turned into black marble. "I'm gonna talk to him." E.F.S got up and started walk. Seventy-two was in front of him. "Bad idea dude, you know he hates being interrupted." he moved around him, and kept walking.

Deaths office was at the bottom of hell, in the most horrifying place where dead souls go and try to get out. As soon as he stepped through the ground, and under, he hears screaming of woman, men, and children. It had no affect on him, he does not have feelings anymore.

He walked straight through, and came to Deaths little cave. He opens the door to see candles surrounding the cave and Death, looking over the Soul Bowl. His bony hand held on the the sides of the bowl. When he looked up, all you could see was his robe covering his skull in blackness. "Do you have time sir?" He snapped back quickly at him, "I have all the time in the world servant!" the door that I came in from closed and all the candles burned out into blackness.

Wind smashed against me and pressed me to the wall. "What do you want!" Not scared, or even remotely moved. "Came to ask for another appointment to take a life...sir." Death snarled and waved a arm. He dropped from the wall.