Him and Death [ Wonwoo ff ]

Chapter 1: Death's Punishment

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Death had never been so scared in her life as she stood in front of the double golden doors that lead into God's office. She had done it now, she was in so much trouble.

"How mad do you think he is?" Death asked turning to her brothers, Conquest, War, and Famine.

"Probably ticked after you se-"

"I didn't do it on purpose!" Death yelled cutting War off. Her yell echoed down the long clean white hallway. A couple angels looked towards the four siblings who voiced quick sorrys.

Famine pushed himself off the pillar he was leaning on and threw his arm around Death's shoulder.

"I'm sure He's not too mad,"

War snorted trying not to laugh,

"but, I would understand why He is displeased with you." Famine said shooting War a irritated look.

Conquest looked up from the book he was currently reading and adjusted his black rimmed glasses.

"You know I love you Death, but your screwed."

Famine shot Conquest a look to which he only shrugged and went back to his book.

Death leaned on her scythe and took a deep breath. "What do you think my punishment will be?"

Conquest snorted looking back up from his book.

"Probably not as bad as War's." He said ducking when War tried to slap the back of his head.

"Hey! How about you try going down into hell and-"

"Zip it War, nobody cares." Famine said rolling his eyes.

War grumbled to himself and crossed his arms.

"Well, I guess it's now or never." Death said turning to her brothers.

Conquest looked up from his book once again while War and Famine nodded.

"You'll be fine. Just take the punishment and go." Famine said placing a comforting hand on Death's shoulder.

Conquest closed his book and walked over to Death and gave her a soft smile along with War who gave her a thumbs up.

Turning to face the golden doors, Death knocked three times.

"Come in, Death."

Death took a deep sigh then walked through the doors.

God's office would probably not be what people usually expect it to be. It looked like a rustic hunting lodge, except there were no deer heads hung up on the wall, but every country on earth hung on plaques all around the room. The plaques showed the country, the population, and their current time.

Below the plaques, there was a large fire with Him standing in front of it.

Death clutched onto her scythe and walked closer. She cleared her throat.

God turned to face Death with a warm smile on His face. Death couldn't help but give a small smile. He was her creator after all.

"Take a seat please." God said walking to his big leather chair and sitting down.

Death followed his lead and sat down in a chair in front of him.

God looked at Death and laced his fingers together. "Do you know why you are here?" He asked.

Death looked down and shrugged.

"Death, you sent a illness to Ireland which almost wiped out half of the population."