Til Death Do Us Part

The One I Care For

[Calli pov]

Death is a concept that comes for everyone in the end, no matter what. That is what I thought anyway, as I'm the Grim Reaper, it is my job to be the Harbinger of Death. With that job comes blood.

Death after death...

"H... Help me!"

I swung my scythe, feeling blood splatter on my face as a man's head flew off its neck. I feel no remorse for those I kill, especially for this one. He was a man who took many lives, mostly women, for his own selfish gain.

Actually, I have no emotion towards anyone. Everyone is the same. They see the Grim Reaper, and terror fills their eyes. I'm just a monster to them.

I kept on walking, taking a deep breath, and stepping over the body of the one I just killed. As I did that, his body decomposed into nothingness; all that remained was blood.

In the corner of my eye there was a black cat. I smiled at the creature, feeling some sort of comfort from it. I try to be gentle with animals since it is in their nature to be savage killers.

"Come here, kitty!"

The cat heard my call and rushed over to me, rubbing its head on my leg affectionately. I soon frown as I realize this cat has no home. I picked it up, cradling it, and disappeared into smoke reappearing in my home.

"Here you go, Kitty!" I say allowing it to go drink some water and eat some food I left out for my own cat.

My father hates that I bring in animals since this constitutes saving a life, but I can't bring myself to kill an animal, at least directly anyway. Even if I don't harvest the soul, my presence will usually make them die of natural causes if it is their time.

I hate people. I was taught that not even family means anything. I should kill everything.

No one matters to me...

"Calli!"

An adorable voice echoed through my place. "shhh..." I hush the orange-haired girl by placing my finger in her mouth. I am actually harboring a phoenix, a creature who is one of the only exceptions to me. I can't kill her, and that is why it is a sin for me to be hiding her as I am.

"You're all bloody!" Kiara says this despite being slightly muffled by my finger in order to silence her.

"This is the blood of a horrid man..."

"So it isn't your?" She sighs in relief. Her lack of fear in the face of death is baffled. Even though she can rise from the ashes, this laid-back attitude is odd. How many times have we met up to this point?

"Did you not harvest their soul?"

"N... No! Why should I have!?" I ask

Kiara giggles, "Who's to say?"

It was as if she was offering herself to be killed by me, but I decided that I would never take her life again. One of my only exceptions to my rules because she means something to me.

"Anyway, Calli, why come back so early?"

I brush my pink hair to the side, allowing her to see my eyes glisten. "No reason..." I lie, I felt my body heat up, so I lowered my body temperature to remain cool and collected.

"Calli, do you hate me?" Kiara suddenly asks while wiping the blood off my face.

"No, why would I hate you? If I told you I hate you, I'm sure that I would be filled with regret after not seeing you for four months, but that would never happen."

"But am I not against your code?"

"Code? Kiara, no one is more important to me than you; I need you to understand that no matter what, you will always be my one exception to my rule. I don't want your blood on my hands anymore."