The evening sunset was beautiful and with it came a certain peace of mind, a calmness. The skies turned a deep orange and I ached to share this beauty with someone. With Grey.
He was back to being Death now, the Bringer of Doomsday, back to popping in and out at odd hours. The only difference now was that I could feel him, whether he was far or near. It was a surreal feeling; being joined with Death. It was like I was the one doing the soul extraction, like I was the one wielding his scythe.
His scythe.
I could wield it now. It was no longer so heavy as it was when I had used it against Astaroth. It wasn’t even heavy. It was like holding a blade. The scythe recognised me now. I was one with its master. Did that make me its master? I did not know. Not for sure anyway.
It was another
