Comfort in Cold
The land of dead was experiencing autumn when she passed past it's huge gate.
A beautiful season, where everything is dying.
The land was abnormally silent and calm, contradicting her assumptions of death.
Except for the minute rattling of the ground that might go unnoticed, the dead kingdom was breathtakingly peaceful and lovely in every possible manner.
Or so she thought.
"The underground" the Reaper began his guidance, "is the prison of rotting sinners."
A wave of nausea slammed against her as she covered her mouth with her hand. 'Not a lovely land' she reminded herself, 'Definately not lovely.'
After countless steps and turns, she gave up her mindful record of the road and blindly followed the man ahead, doubtful of whether to trust or not.
The demon led her to a huge mansion in the centre of the land. Only the richest of Earls, or perhaps the Duke himself, can own such a mansion she knew.
The grand doors opened into the interior of the house.
The Reaper couldn't help but smile at her stunned expression when her cloak was gathered by an invisible source.
The girl subconsciously leaned towards him for the lost warmth only to feel numbness spread in her from the coldness he passed and possessed.
"Sorry girl, I don't have a heart" he stated casually, "so I can't give the warmth you require." The girls nose and ear grew pink as he watched, giving rise to a bubble of concern to comfort the human.
"But I do have a hearth in this mansion" the Reaper, a heartless and cold demon, informed to his servant.
With a clap of his leather gloved hands the mantle was lit and a couple of saucer and teacup flew towards the pair. "Here" he offered the cup to the girl that she picked and sipped hesitantly.
It's delicious content held her wavery and fearful thoughts at bay.
"Girl, little girl-" He began.
"Servant" the girl reminded him.
"Is that how you wish for me to address you?" He removed the glove and tucked her silky and disobedient hair behind her pink ears watching her breath still, her vision falter and heartbeat hasten.
"The deal" her voice was merely above the whisper of the rustling of the dead leaves. "Wasn't that the deal?" She found the voice inside her and was glad it was audible.
"It still is" he removed his hand from her head, taking with it the touch that she din know she longed. "Girl little girl, take rest in your room."
"I don't know-"
"You'll be led to." He completed her words, "the wind will lead you" he informed, walking out of the mansion to fulfill the deaths for the day.
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A Love In Exchange Of Death
Cerita Pendek"Love, little love" The Reaper teased. Abandoned by the edge of the hamlet. She was supposed to die. But she hadn't. She thought she had tricked a trickster. But she didn't. In a dead land she survived, by melting the coldest of hearts with her litt...
