Dancing With Death - An Original Story

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(The picture is of Azrail aka Deat) (Azrail means Angel of Death, I wanted to give him a fun name)

(Also I realized: the main girl is named Ella xD)

-Warning: This chapter has small talk of suicide, no gore. Only Dialogue. Please do not read if you are sensative to this subject!-

  After hanging the rope I sat on the bed and waited, for he should be here soon.
  "Why do you continue?"
  I turned around and flung my arms around him.
  Death stood infront of me. Yes the real Azrail. His short black hair was messy, but the bright red stripe was so prominate in the lighting. His bright blue eyes could make the sky run for it's money. He was surprisingly tan, living in the underworld and all.
  "Why not? It's the easiest way to see you" I said as I swept in for a kiss.
  "You're going to get caught."
  "I can handle myself. Plus, you'll save me.
  "That I will, my princess." He chuckled as he returned my kiss.
  I looked in my backpack for my rubber gloves, pulling them out of the small they're held in. Azrail helped pick up Jeremy's Body.
  "Azrail?"
  "Yes, Princess?"
  "Why don't you call me Ella?"
  "Why not?"
  "Wow. Such a creative answer."
We finished setting up the scene. Azrail smiled, but with sad eyes, he made some scars appear on Jeremy's arm.
  "You shouldn't be doing this, you know..." Azrail whispered below his breath.
  "What's wrong Babe?"
  "It's painful to see the family's reaction afterwards. Both for your fake and real suicides."
  "I know..." I said quietly, remembering a blurry memory of long ago.

-To be continued-