Souls Intertwined
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Souls Intertwined
Death's cold embrace had settled, his body left undiscovered for a few hours. Nicholas D. Wolfwood had been pronounced dead and ready for burial for only a few hours before his soul encountered what all men fear, the Angel of Death. The loose black robes hardly concealed the angel, her black hair flowed past her hips and her bangs concealed her eyes behind shadows. Upon her face was a wicked grin, usually only plastered upon the most sinister and kekniving of faces.
"Do you want to return to the one you left behind, Mr. Wolfwood?" Her arms crossed over her chest, directly underneath her breasts. "I can arrange your return, providing you do me a few... favors." Wolfwood remained silent, more out of curiosity and defiance than fear. "I suppose you would want to know what those are before accepting. In short my dear friend, you are going to hell. But several hundred 'marked souls' roam about on the planet, and they continue to elude me somehow. I dont have time for errant souls. Agree to be my reaper and I will send you back. Do we have a deal Mr. Woolfwood?"
Nicholas folded an arm over his chest and placed his other hand to his chin in thought. What was truely hours seemed to pass as minutes to him. "If I do this how exactly would I know which are these errant souls?" Her wicked smile only grew larger at that question. "You will know. They will have an aura to them. And when you find them, Kill them. All there is to it. Fill your quota and I will release you from the contract and you will be allowed to live your life as before. Better make your choice soon. Its only a matter of time before your body is prepared for burial."
"Fine. Ill do it." Woolfwood had a determined look upon his face. Too many things were left unanswered before he had died and he intended to find them out now while he had a chance. "Very good Mr. Woolfwood. Do be aware that when you wake up, you will still have your injuries, but less... fatal. Consider your recovery your paid vacation." The angel cackled a bit before she pushed Wolfwood from the void of limbo he had been left to brood in, and woke moments before the mortician began his work...
"Do you want to return to the one you left behind, Mr. Wolfwood?" Her arms crossed over her chest, directly underneath her breasts. "I can arrange your return, providing you do me a few... favors." Wolfwood remained silent, more out of curiosity and defiance than fear. "I suppose you would want to know what those are before accepting. In short my dear friend, you are going to hell. But several hundred 'marked souls' roam about on the planet, and they continue to elude me somehow. I dont have time for errant souls. Agree to be my reaper and I will send you back. Do we have a deal Mr. Woolfwood?"
Nicholas folded an arm over his chest and placed his other hand to his chin in thought. What was truely hours seemed to pass as minutes to him. "If I do this how exactly would I know which are these errant souls?" Her wicked smile only grew larger at that question. "You will know. They will have an aura to them. And when you find them, Kill them. All there is to it. Fill your quota and I will release you from the contract and you will be allowed to live your life as before. Better make your choice soon. Its only a matter of time before your body is prepared for burial."
"Fine. Ill do it." Woolfwood had a determined look upon his face. Too many things were left unanswered before he had died and he intended to find them out now while he had a chance. "Very good Mr. Woolfwood. Do be aware that when you wake up, you will still have your injuries, but less... fatal. Consider your recovery your paid vacation." The angel cackled a bit before she pushed Wolfwood from the void of limbo he had been left to brood in, and woke moments before the mortician began his work...