"I don't care what rules you things follow there... now move aside..." Death was holding a big, heavy-looking book. Its outer side was made of different types of skins joined together. Blood was dripping from the book like it was just stitched with fresh skin.
He put the book on the table. Now the front side of the book could be seen, it had an eye on it.
"What was your name again? Cablion was it?" Death said that sitting on his chair. He turned on the lamp that was near the book.
"It... its Zozo..." He took some steps back looking at the book, terrified.
"Ugh! Such a weird name it is. Let's just call you... umm... Zo? Yeah, that's easy to remember." Death was continuously looking at that book.
"Okay, master..." He was still standing there.
"I told you not to call me with those shitty titles... sire... master..." Death opened his table's drawer and pulled out a black weird looking dagger.
"Where did you get that from? It's not from this realm... is it?" Zozo was able to see a dark, immense aura coming from that thing that was slightly smaller than a sword, almost the size of a normal human forearm.
"This... I carved it... with my blood." Death replied looking at the dagger, "And it has a name too..."
"The demon blade – Aetherius." They both said at the same time.
"Wait... how you know I was going to call it that?" Death turned looking over at him.
"Let me guess, you don't know what it is, right? Or about its background?" Zozo said as he walked close to him.
"Well, it's just a dagger for me." Death was swinging it around "You know what? I had never talked to anyone this much. So tell me you know something about this blade?" He turned the lamp dim, as it was irritating his eyes.
"The thing you are holding in your hand, The Aetherius, is one of the twelve sacred weapons of the demon realm. I have neither seen nor heard someone talking about them. I had a book, in which there was all the information about them, but it was written there that after the great war of realms, they all scattered and were never seen again." He stopped, looking at Death.
"So tell me about the others too I think I wanna know more about these weapons." Death Showed interest in knowing the history of the sacred weapons.
Zozo turned to walk "I have to tell the Elder three about this, it is very important." He merely had walked one or two steps, when his body stopped on its own, denying all the commands from his brain. He slowly turned his head around, shaking.
There was no one on the chair and the lamp, which had a dim light, was off. Suddenly his body felt a presence in the direction he was walking. He turned his head back and saw Death standing in front of him. Eyes, lifeless, as always.
"This can't be happening, it's impossible for a kid of his age to have such a dark aura and w-when did he walk past me?" all these and many other thoughts were filling his mind with many questions.
"You desire no life." Death spoke, his voice nothing like ever before. It was like a mixture of many voices echoing and the way of saying those words, it was nothing like him.
Zozo used all his will and mind's power and kneel before him. "Forgive me, Death." He heard a sound, as he looked up towards Death, he saw him on the ground, unconscious. Zozo sighed as his life was safe; he got up and picked Death to his bed.
"I think it is still too early for him to have such a massive amount of darkness in him. But how is it even possible? Nothing makes sense." Zozo felt some similar presence outside the door and heard some whispering too, Death's parents were there, they must have heard the sound when he fell unconscious on the ground. Zozo clapped slowly and all the demonic stuff vanished, too.
