Outwitting Death
The cold gale harshly blew against her tender and bony cheek, as the distance from her hamlet expanded, she could sense death nearing her. She must outrun him, she told herself determined, but sadly enough the cold circumstances did not favour her.
"Girl, little girl" a heavy and breezy voice taunted her.
The girl was nimble to catch the source of the voice.
The Reaper.
A man like figure, engulfed by a dark aura stood hovered from behind her. His face too dark to comprehend. His eyes too beautiful to lead to the end.
She knew who he was. She knew what brought him there. She knew what he wanted. She knew she should give him what he required.
But she will fight.
Afterall whats life without a fight.
Death.
"Yes sir?" her calm reply startled death.
"You" he lifted his gaze to meet her eyes only for the girl to look down in subconscious fear, "are to die girl, little girl"
A cold sweat dripped down her shivering spine.
"Why else would you be here" the girl fired back almost nonchalantly blowing a ball of icy smoke from her mouth, her gaze fixed down still.
She knew she could run out of that icy smoke any moment if she angered the demon in front of her.
Instead a ballsy and tough giggle was what she heard as a reply, "Girl, little girl, you seem to know too much and yet you'll live too little-"
He hadn't completed when she whispered a daring response "But I never agreed that I will cooperate with you sir "
With a smile still playing on his lips, he countered "This is the most straightforward refusal I've heard in a while." After a speck of a moment he began guessing "what are you planning to do girl, preach to your god or stretch a handful of riches?"
A while passed as she wondered about what she had to barter her life for, "Sir" she finally spoke, her voice shivering from the cold she pacified, "I have no god nor riches. All I know is about the god of death, and to not welcome him."
"My work is to take lives girl, I'm hurt!" He mocked before she continued.
"I know you do not take pity, nor do you collect incomplete" she stated the obvious galloping his patience "But I have a favour to ask for."
Following moments of silence of the hustling gale he nodded "And what would that be girl?"
"Sir" she spoke as a ball of smoke escaped from the curvature of her mouth "your work is to take lives, but not necessarily to their death. So you can take my life sir, but not to death, rather as your humble and loyal servant forevermore."
Stillness prevailed as silence prolonged between the Reaper and the girl.
As tempting as the offer may sound, it was just as dangerous, as it dealt with death itself.
A monstrous laughter came from the hooded figure. His well built hand stretched forward to the girl infront. "Servant you say?"
She nodded to affirm.
"Very well then" the dark hood fell from his face as he turned to revel his face. The girl gasped as she knew what she witnessed was god's own creation of beauty and deadliness.
It didn't take long for the beauty of his eyes to turn fierce and bloodthirsty "Servant, little servant" he turned to look at her with a smile "let's go to hell."
She couldn't outrun him. So she outwit death.
But she thought she knew too much, but only too little. She was too slow and yet soo nimble. She lived another day. And that was what was important.
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