#mans dead

Everything froze, the crowd that had surrounded him was gone. He had died, hadn't he? He was sure of it.

He had felt his heart stop.

Blurry eyes found a figure standing a few feet from him. Wings spread out, death incarnate was standing before him. His mind immediately filled in the gaps, this was the reaper.

Schlatt laughed, a cold and humorless thing as he recognized them.

“Phil! You old bastard, this is what you've been doing all these years?”

He waved the bottle still clutched in one hand toward Phil.

The old ram was sitting on the ground of the van, knees slightly bent. Even sat he was swaying. His eyes were glazed, unfocused, he squinted at Phil.

“Yes, I am the angel of death, reaper for the goddess.”

Phil was expressionless, carefully neutral. His whole body was still. His robes did not move, his wings did not ruffle, not even the numerous pieces of jewelry that adorned his neck and ears moved. Though their sparkle made it seem like they did.

“Hey, what if I still got business I wanna do here?” Schlatt grinned, sharp yellowed teeth showing. Lips curled around sarcastic, aggressive tones.

“It's your time. You don't have any more chances.” Phil seemed to be unaffected.

“Yeah that's a load of bull, how `bout I fight you?” His words slurred, he tried to push himself off the floor, refusing to let go of the bottle. His arms shook with the effort. Phil watched the pathetic sight, standing by impassively.

“Even if you could do more than tremble like a newborn, I wouldn't let you.”

Schlatt slumped down to the floor again.

“Let.” He scoffed. With some effort he brought his knees closer to his chest. Defeated, he laid his head back.

“So, what happens now?” He rested an elbow over one of his knees.

Phil pressed on his necklace and a portal appeared.

“Now you move on.”

“Overgrown chicken.” Schlatt grumbled “I meant like after. The hell happens when I go through that?”

Phil leaned down a fraction and held out a hand.

“I don't know.” Schlatt stared at the hand for a moment before taking it. On shaky legs he stood. “Fine, if I got no choice then.” The bottle was still gripped in one hand as he walked through “see you later, Phil.”

The portal closed.