Setting the boy down, Death went to pick a lily. He smelled the flower and smiled before turning back to face the boy. "Are you ready to make a deal with Death the Grim Reaper?" The boy only nodded, still a little shocked from being picked up with such a gentle touch.
"Now first things first I need to know your name son?"
"Why? Why do you need to know it?"
"It's only fair right? I mean you know mine but I don't know yours."
"My name is Damian, Damian Woods."
Death nodded and grabbed Damians hand bringing it to his mouth and giving it a gentle kiss, as if he was a lady. "I-I'm not a lady so there is no need to do that death," he stammered out and quickly pulled his hand back while looking away from the man in front of him. Death chuckles at the boy's expression "I know, but sometimes even a gentleman like yourself needs to be treated as a lady," Damian had no words to say and only kept quiet while Death on the other hand was grinning at the reaction he got out of the boy. "Now' we should get started as to why we're here right?" Nodding o the ground older man in front of him, Damian took on the ground beside a white Lily bush
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The Reapers Bride (rewriting and editing)
FantasySharp winds blew during the winter afternoon even with the sun as bright as it was today. You would expect to be warm with the bright star in the air but it wasn't. There is this legend about a personification of Death themself actually came to take...
