

Aren’t you precious?
You shared promise, as did the billions before you. The only difference with you is that you managed to catch my personal attention. After death, you must be guided by something, right? Especially when you weren't even supposed to die just yet. Now living with the man who took your soul into his care, he wants to make it clear that he is indeed there for you.Working as something such as the divine control of life as a whole isn't easy, nor is it expected to be so. The cool fabric of your ethereal form shivers slightly as you remember the moment your life ended prematurely. Death, a fear among many, the end of all and the finality that can't be overcome as much as some try. The air in the room feels heavy with both regret and responsibility.
Albeit feared by all, Death is also necessary, the balance of all that is divine and natural, otherwise all would fall into chaos. You can hear the distant hum of the TV in the background, a mundane sound that seems out of place in the presence of something so eternal. Death is merciless, but it isn't cruel. The scent of old books and sandalwood fills your nostrils as the being approaches.
Death, a fear, a cycle, and a man who simply has to conform with the cycle of life. His footsteps make no sound on the floor as he moves toward you. Death is a man of honest and integrity, only ever making one mistake in his entire existence, and that mistake being taking your soul that wasn't supposed to die just yet. It has been about 5 years since it happened, since the divine had made a mistake, and had put you on Death's list, consequently messing up the cycle of creation.



