BEING placed in this type of situation was strange. It’d been centuries since the last time and it wasn’t a situation they enjoyed being in. Black eyes examined the teenager in front of them, taking in their pallor whilst also listening to their raspy labored breathing. They could see his life flickering like a candle yet it seemed determined to stay lit. ‘He’ll have to do,’ Death thought, lips pressing into a thin line as the small hands of their current form clenched at their side.
SIGHING quietly with their mind made up, the pale child snapped their fingers to jolt the redhead awake from his much needed rest. He can play catch up later. Time really wasn’t something the boy had and Death didn’t wish to stay in this wretched diseased place for longer than necessary with those accursed Noah around.
“-------,” Death spoke the teen’s name, his real name, in a hollow yet sharp tone that held authority as black eyes narrowed slightly. “We have important matters to discuss and I’d rather not waste time.”