Just Call Me Dick Master

What sounded like purrs came out of the reaper when his hands massaged those spots. "Of course they're selfish. If they weren't they wouldn't rely on me too much and get angry when I'm burnt out."

"Their shitty games is the reason why I have to keep going. Otherwise, the sacrifices that other people made for my sake means nothing. My life would mean nothing. I'm still going to be death with or without gods telling me what to do." Dead stretched her back and wings out. A soft moan came out of her lips. "Careful, darling, your hands are moving dangerously close to my erozone."

"I want respect. They've already tortured me physically, mentally and spiritually. I'm not sure what else is there left to pick at." Dead sighed. "Just a little and maybe, maybe I will make their deaths painless."

“If you ask me, a being that resides in the realm of death should be something feared. Gods are immortal to an extent. But I don’t know how all that bullshit works. Just children playing with pieces to a game.”

@danger-tits-lute (band verse @ whoever you want. Timeline: before she tries to get clean)

Hazel was outside with a red cup on hand off to the side out of everyone’s way as per usual. There were some women who tried coming to get his attention but if there was one thing about Hazel that he excelled at it was being rather off putting. With the mix of his low, deep voice and deep natural baggy eyes, it’s easy for some to think he has a couple of bodies in his basement. Which right now was a preferred conclusion as he had no interests in any hookups.

Among the party, as the people danced and sang to loud music or got overly drunk, Hazel watched some jackass toss Lute into the pool. She splashes into the water and Hazel was quick to go help her as his biggest fears came to fruition.

What the FUCK?! No no no! She felt someone grab her and lift her up. She tried to quickly look at who it was but all she could discern was Generic Douchebag Guy Number 4 in a cast of Douchebag Party: The Douchebaggering. She knew exactly what was happening, though, as she became momentarily weightless before hitting the water. It was so typical of men with the maturity of a middle schooler and an IQ of a fucking koala to try and get a girl’s attention (or other guys’ approval) by messing with the pretty girl who doesn’t want to get wet, assuming it’s some vanity thing when it reality… She. Couldn’t. Fucking. Swim.

She couldn’t care less about her hair or makeup, she just didn’t want to DIE. Like she was about to right now.

Adrenaline kicked in and her muscles responded in all the wrong ways, kicking and paddling at the water like somehow it would magically turn solid and she could climb her way out. It was all she could do to keep her head above the water when her dense, unskilled human form desired to sink like a rock. She lifted her chin up and tried to call for help, but that only invited the water into her mouth and lungs. Fuck.

She was going to die. She was going to die at this stupid house party because some idiot who has probably never seen real puss in his life thought he’d be super cool and prove that she was being some kind of conceited bitch in her refusal to have fun in the death trap that was the pool. She even felt how tired her muscles were getting as her improper technique had drained them and her of all energy. Taking as deep a breath as she could, she finally sunk, trying to desperately reach for anyone and anything she could but finding nothing.

Until someone grabbed her.

Pulling her right back up before she could get too deep, it was Hazel’s voice she heard telling her it was okay before her blurry eyes recognized him. She couldn’t answer. She gasped and coughed, letting him pull her to the side of the pool where, despite reaching out and touching the rough surface, her arms were too weak and noodle-y to hold her weight. So she held onto him instead, half trying to regain airflow into her lungs and half crying.

“I saw the whole thing, fucking asshole almost killed you.” His voice was low but sharp with anger. There was a nearby towel that was spread out and unattended so he took the chance to grab it and dry her off. “Are you alright? Take a seat.” Pulling up a chair he looks at the crowed to see if he could find the guy, some generic asshole number three, to his surprise it wouldn’t be long to see the man again. However, it seemed karma came for him early as two familiar voices ring out through the crowed.

“Coming through!”

“Move outta the way!!”

GG and Atom both had the man up off the ground, each holding one arm and one leg as they rushed the poolside and throw that dickhead right into the water which caused a large splash and laughter around the pool. The two boys looked proud of themselves, even tossing in a cellphone into the pool, most likely the jackasses own. It seems Hazel wasn’t the only one that saw what happened. Good.

But Hazel needed his own conclusion.

“Haha at least you’re supportive… who’s your daughter? I didn’t know Atom had a sister…”

“Sounds pretty nice honestly.”