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Through the Eyes of Death.

Death stared at Daisy as she walked away from the cemetery thinking that her spell had failed. He chuckled in amusement at the little thing’s fearlessness, but he was not surprised. She has always been a clever troublemaker devastated. A smart curling on his pale face as he remembered the first time he had met Daisy, 10 years ago.

Death walked in an alley, the streets empty in the middle of the afternoon, the distant downs of traffic and the chirping of insects in the nearby field were the only noise in the air is the Grim Reaper approached his victim. A man like crumpled on the ground leaning on a dirty wall. Death grimaced as he took in the smell of the place.

Just outside the alley was a sewer, and its stink corroded the whole air. He came to a stop when he reached the man who lay helpless in front of the Grim Reaper.

Wakey wakey old man, it's time to die,” Death called to the man and his deep voice poking the diamond size with his black leather boots.

At his words, the man opened his eyes flinching at the sight of death looming over him, his face startling white in the darkness of the alley. The man gasped as he whispered in a quivering voice,

“Who are you?”

Death laughed crouching down towards the dying man. His eyes took in the giant Reaper in front. He glanced away from his pale face, his eyes trailing to death dark attire and to finally fall on the scythe clasped in his hand. The dying man gulped in fear his fate finally dawned on him.

“Please spare me,” he pleaded. He cried desperately to Death, his spit flying out of his mouth. He had lost most of his teeth, it seemed and the ones that had remained looked completely rotten. Death snorted in disgust as if he was expecting to hear this from the man. Usually, his appearance was enough for people to get an idea of who he was and why they were seeing him, which meant their last words were always begging him to spare them.

“There's no point to beg old man. It's your time to die,” he stated.

“No, please,” said he man crying, trying to crawl away from the Grim Reaper.

“Tsk, tsk,” Death sighed, getting back on his feet as he witnessed the man's poor attempt at fleeing.

“If you want it to live, maybe you should have stayed away from those drugs. But anyway, I'm not here to give you a PSA on drug use, am I? I am here to collect your pathetic little soul. So cooperate, Okay?” Death said in a low, confident tone.

The dying man continued to crawl on all fours to get away from Death, who let him try to get away. He was fully aware that no one could escape death once fated to die. All the man could do was postpone it by a few minutes. However, the minutes were passing quickly and having had enough of the disgusting smell, Death decided it was time to end the game. He reached the man and two long strides stopping him from going any further by stepping on his leg. The man cried out as the heavy boot dug deep into his bones.

“Stop fighting this dude. It's fucking Tuesday and I have a lot of work to do,” Death exclaimed dramatically.

The man groaned as Death put more pressure on his leg. Leaning closer, Death reached for the man's hand, then long claws came closer to the man’s eyes, calling out his soul from within him.

Suddenly, a shrill voice called out from behind to making the Grim Reaper turn back.

“Hey, stop it.”

“Huh?” Death breathed out in confusion. He strained his eyes to see who it was.

“Is that a demon disguised as a girl?” he thought to himself

“Stop bullying that man,” the girl cried out in a high-pitched voice making death snap out of his thoughts.

“Who are you?” he had said leaning his head to one side as he stared at the child curiously.

“Why are you bullying? My teacher told me it is very bad to bully. We should not do it.”

Death laughed at the girl’s tone, such boldness and confidence could not be coming from a demon. No one who knew him would be as big as a fool to