Calling of the God of Death

Ch 2. Pure

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Chapter 2: Pure

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Death.

Yeah that's right, I'm death as in the god of Death, well for now that is.

Do I eat souls to help satisfy my never ending hunger?

Yes, I do, and I enjoy seeing my victims squirm.

Does death have a sense of humor?

Yes, I have a psychotic sense of humor...Hehehe.

Is death kind?
Who knows...you would have to die to find out.

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My hunger is almost never satisfied, when I suck the souls of my victims. To think that owing a favor would bring me to do the job of being the temporary god of Death. I thought as I let the body of my victim fall to the floor and sigh.

"Well that wasn't nearly a satisfying snack." Death said in a monotone voice.
He looked over the far side of the room and see a child unconscious, who's body is battered and bruised. Death walked up to the boy and squatted down to be eye level. Most likely the boy's father beat his own child while in a drunken stupor, Death noticed old bruises and it was likely the boy was beaten on a daily bases. Wondering if he should put the child out of his misery or let him suffer any fate to come, a thought then came to Death, something about the boy reminded him of something long ago.

Now in a bad mood because Death became sentimental to the child and it was most likely the boy's soul would be more filling than the dirty and the tainted of the sinful fathers soul who he just ate a few moments ago.

A smile appeared on my face as I looked at the battered boy, I'll let him live for now, but I'll be back for him in ten years time, if I am still around doing this job by then.

Death left the dim lit house that smelled of alcohol and cigarettes, still feeling very unsatisfied he went to find another victim. He had to eat another soul and soon to help satisfy and maybe better his mood. Maybe he'll even get a pizza on the way.

Aimlessly walking for hours around the city of San Francisco to find a new victim. No one's soul caught his attention, he soon stopped at a school. Something told him he might find something interesting in the high school. Death entered the school and walked around the empty halls. A bell rang and all of a sudden the halls became full of noise and bustling students. Death saw a young girl that was to his liking, her soul was a little bright but it dripped with small sins and was tainted. No longer did she have her purity, she was not a virgin. It was rare for the women in this day in age to have their virginity still in tack, Death thought. Though it wasn't surprising to Death, he could see what she was like just by smelling and seeing her soul, but Death had to focus on a human to see their soul. Souls aren't open books but death wished they were, it would make his job a lot easier.

The girl had short curly blonde hair that bobbed around her oval face, doe like eye's, honey colored skin and a slim figure that complements her figure. To a human she would be the definition of an angel, but death knew that her soul was nothing like her appearance and her soul wouldn't half satisfy his hunger. Death decided to name the human Blondie and soon imagined how the girl would scream, struggle or try and find a way to persuade him in some way to let her escape from becoming his food. Death smiled like a Cheshire cat, because to Death this was a game to entertain him