Short Stories

The Joke.

Eros, Time, and Cupid are Wolfie's characters.
Reaper/Death is mine.
This is not a take on or a hit at religions.

Reaper's POV:
          Work has been slow, for all of us gods, which I don't mind, it gets tiring, fighting souls just to help them to an afterlife. Their family and friends are worse, cursing me and all I work for, giving my brother praises for his brilliance and existence. Speaking of the fool, I look up from my list and see my brother above me. He jumps down aiming to trample me, like usual. Today I'm not having it, I quickly move to the side and kick him to the wall.
"Ow!" He shouts, glaring at me.
"Good morning, brother." I smile, disintegrating and reforming as far as I can away from him. I take a glance of my surroundings, it's Ferla's garden…..Of course. I walk to the center of the garden, taking a seat at the head bench, overlooking the lower half of the garden.

Time POV:
      "You know the plan, right Eros?" I look over to him, he's already changed his form. 
"Oh please, this'll be a blast!" He snickers.
He looks as his sister, Cupid. Few know of Reaper's 'respect' of Cupid and even fewer know why, even Cupid doesn't quite know, but after a few parties, he drunkenly told me. I've been known for pranks and jokes at times, but this will be my best yet. I nod to Eros, turning on the camera.

Third POV: 
    Eros in the form of his sister, walks over to an unsuspecting Reaper. Reaper picks up on 'Cupid's ' presence and looks over to her. Eros gives a soft smile and mimics his sister's voice.
"Reaper!" She grins waving him over.
"Cupid? You're not often found here, is everything alright?" He questions walking over and letting 'here's grab his hand.
"Shhh, come on," 'She' grabs his hand, leading him into another realm. Time silently following, recording and stifling his snickers. 
"Are you feeling ill, is your magic messing up again?" Reaper asks, concerned about the supposed god of love. 

Reaper POV: 
       I have a sinking feeling I upset her, yet something else seems off. 'I can't sense her magic, is she hiding it? What if another god has put her in danger or caused her power to weaken? What if-'
My thoughts are silenced by a finger to my lips. I look to her as she carefully closes the space between us.

Third POV:
       Eros slowly closes the gap of their bodies, grasping one of Reaper's hands into his own, using his other hand to snake up around Reaper's neck, pulling him into a kiss. Eros's fake form fades as the kiss ends. 
"So, am I a good kisser?" He laughs.
Reaper's eyes go black as his skin slowly melts off his form. His skeleton a bleached white with red dots for pupils. The foliage of the garden withers slowly turning to ash, the ground shakes and cracks.
"Eros. You're. Dead." His demonic voice rings out, shattering the realm's existence as it breaks down and turns to ash.
Eros and Time both make their escape, laughing like lunatics.