"What is your name?" I asked. They smiled as they answered. "You can call me Anubis. Or Morana. Hades, Javaraya, Hel, Nephthys or Marama. I have been given many names by many people." I stared in confusion at them. They chuckled. "Or you can call me Joe." "Joe?" "Just Joe, yes." ______________ This is a story of love and death. It is Mylah's story. She is a young woman overburdened with the reality of living. On the edge of giving up. That is where she meets Death. On the edge of a roof, far away from reason and anything else that might distract her from ending it all. But this possible end, might just be the beginning of a millennia long relationship with a being as old as humanity itself.