The Angel of Death

Greetings, I am Death,...or the Grim Reaper, but that is a mouthful you can simply call me death... ((OC blog that was once part of RoTG but Now I am expanding, this is now the blog is now the main blog for Gaurdian-death as it used to be a side blog. I'll rp with anyone and everyone,

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Death glanced down at the food, staring at it for the longest time before his expression softened.

He carefully took it from the other. “Thank you love…” He said quietly.

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"Figured it might have been a while since you’d had anything...

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He looked down at it, then back at pitch. "...would my accidental husband at least sit with me while I eat?"

Although his voice was soft, whenever he called pitch his 'accidental husband' it was poking fun at how they first came together, but it was affectionate in a fun way.

"It would be a waste of chair space if he didn't..."

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Death glanced down at the food, staring at it for the longest time before his expression softened.

He carefully took it from the other. “Thank you love…” He said quietly.

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"Figured it might have been a while since you’d had anything from "home" so maybe this would be a welcome sight." As soon as the food was out of his hands, he was scurrying about the kitchen to clean up the mess he’d made.

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He carefully moved around the other to get a spoon.

Before stepping in front of him. Halting pitch's movements, leaning forward and kissing him lightly.

"Want to share?"

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Death watched him leave out of the corner of his eye, and curiosity got the better of him.

He followed and poked his head into the kitchen

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Pitch was pulling out various ingredients, frowning when he didn’t find what he was looking for and briefly disappearing and coming...

[guardiandeath]

Death glanced down at the food, staring at it for the longest time before his expression softened.

He carefully took it from the other. "Thank you love..." He said quietly.

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[guardiandeath]

In a flash, he and pitch were in their home.

Death didn’t say anything, he didn’t even look at him. Dropping his hand as soon as they arrived.

He was angry with the other… Pitch had no right to say those things to him, to blame him…

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Pitch stood there to watch him a…

[guardiandeath]

He had taken to wearing sweats at home, those being the only thing loose like his robes but without the skirt.

He moved to Change, resting his scythe on the wall carefully not to scratch into it.

The man’s jaw was locked set into a clearly mad expression, he walked out of the room, grabbing a book on the way out.

He moved to the living room, and tossed himself on the couch, opening the book and glowering at the pages, too busy stewing in his own emotions to actually read the words presented to him on the pages

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Pitch sat in the floor of the shower, not really caring about the water getting in his eyes. He was too focused on how to fix this. He didn’t know what to do aside from give it time. He’d tried apologizing. That didn’t seem to work though he’d said it immediately after the harsh words. It might not have been taken seriously. He finished his shower and dressed before grabbing a blanket and heading downstairs, plopping down next to Death without a word.

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Death had tried reading, being interrupted when pitch ended up beside him.

He stayed quiet for a moment, before giving a quiet ‘hello’ without looking up from his book

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Pitch mumbled one back to him but didn’t look up, scared to. What would help? He could…that would work. Smiling slightly at the triumph, Pitch hopped up and made for the kitchen.

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Death watched him leave out of the corner of his eye, and curiosity got the better of him.

He followed and poked his head into the kitchen

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[guardiandeath]

In a flash, he and pitch were in their home.

Death didn’t say anything, he didn’t even look at him. Dropping his hand as soon as they arrived.

He was angry with the other… Pitch had no right to say those things to him, to blame him…

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Pitch stood there to watch him a…

[guardiandeath]

He had taken to wearing sweats at home, those being the only thing loose like his robes but without the skirt.

He moved to Change, resting his scythe on the wall carefully not to scratch into it.

The man’s jaw was locked set into a clearly mad expression, he walked out of the room, grabbing a book on the way out.

He moved to the living room, and tossed himself on the couch, opening the book and glowering at the pages, too busy stewing in his own emotions to actually read the words presented to him on the pages

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Pitch sat in the floor of the shower, not really caring about the water getting in his eyes. He was too focused on how to fix this. He didn’t know what to do aside from give it time. He’d tried apologizing. That didn’t seem to work though he’d said it immediately after the harsh words. It might not have been taken seriously. He finished his shower and dressed before grabbing a blanket and heading downstairs, plopping down next to Death without a word.

[guardiandeath]

Death had tried reading, being interrupted when pitch ended up beside him.

He stayed quiet for a moment, before giving a quiet 'hello' without looking up from his book

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[guardiandeath]

In a flash, he and pitch were in their home.

Death didn’t say anything, he didn’t even look at him. Dropping his hand as soon as they arrived.

He was angry with the other… Pitch had no right to say those things to him, to blame him…

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Pitch stood there to watch him a...

[guardiandeath]

He had taken to wearing sweats at home, those being the only thing loose like his robes but without the skirt.

He moved to Change, resting his scythe on the wall carefully not to scratch into it.

The man's jaw was locked set into a clearly mad expression, he walked out of the room, grabbing a book on the way out.

He moved to the living room, and tossed himself on the couch, opening the book and glowering at the pages, too busy stewing in his own emotions to actually read the words presented to him on the pages

[guardiandeath]

Death waited a second before gripping his scythe tightly and holding his hand out for pitch.

"…home?"

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Pitch nodded and took his hand, grasping it tightly. “Sounds fine.” He wanted to lay down for a bit; he didn’t care where.

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In a flash, he and pitch were in their home.

Death didn't say anything, he didn't even look at him. Dropping his hand as soon as they arrived.

He was angry with the other... Pitch had no right to say those things to him, to blame him...

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"One of you…you keep saying that…there is only one of me." He looked at pitch confused.

"I bear this burden alone…" He said glancing at the body still on the side walk.

"We should leave this place…"

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Pitch shook his head, eyes wide. He could have sworn that he’d seen another.

The teenager glanced at the girl’s body before sighing and nodding, “Alright…yes.”

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Death waited a second before gripping his scythe tightly and holding his hand out for pitch.

"...home?"

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[guardiandeath]

Death watched pitch go on, face a mask. Behind it emotions raged.

How dare the other yell at him…

How could he not understand?

He was right…death was horrible…

"…I didn’t know you would try so hard… I was hoping I wouldn’t have to step in… But everytime she came close…...

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"One of you...you keep saying that...there is only one of me." He looked at pitch confused.

"I bear this burden alone..." He said glancing at the body still on the side walk.

"We should leave this place..."

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[guardiandeath]

"She was supposed to go over an hour ago, in a car accident. I couldn’t put it off any longer…"

He swallowed, pitch’s question made him cast his eyes down. “She wouldn’t have felt a thing…but…the marks it would leave would startle the mortals and chaos would erupt…” His eyes...

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Death watched pitch go on, face a mask. Behind it emotions raged.

How dare the other yell at him...

How could he not understand?

He was right...death was horrible...

"...I didn't know you would try so hard... I was hoping I wouldn't have to step in... But everytime she came close... You interfered..."

Death stared at him blankly. "You're right... You shouldn't have said that... You had absolutely no right to judge me as such....this is the job I was given, and I feel bad enough about it as is..." He turned his head and looked away.

"I didn't need you trying to make it worse."

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"I can’t…I don’t know how many times I have to tell you. It would upset everything."

His eyes trailed to the dark mark before focusing on pitch’s face. He pulled his hood down, getting tired of the stupid fabric.

"It is not my choice to make…it was her time. So I acted."

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"What was the other way for her to go? When was it supposed to happen?" he asked quietly.

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"She was supposed to go over an hour ago, in a car accident. I couldn't put it off any longer..."

He swallowed, pitch's question made him cast his eyes down. "She wouldn't have felt a thing...but...the marks it would leave would startle the mortals and chaos would erupt..." His eyes slowly pulled up, before trailing up to the blade of his scythe. "I could have used that..."

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[guardiandeath]

"I can’t! I am physically incapable of doing anything! You don’t know how it works, so you have no right to assume!" He snapped.

"Honestly, you think I wouldnt fight for this!? Have you forgotten I had to reap my own wife!? If I went and did what I want, the balance would be...

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"I can't...I don't know how many times I have to tell you. It would upset everything."

His eyes trailed to the dark mark before focusing on pitch's face. He pulled his hood down, getting tired of the stupid fabric.

"It is not my choice to make...it was her time. So I acted."

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[guardiandeath]

"No, I can’t." He said, voice turning cold.

"And I don’t simply ‘sit back’ as you put it. I have to do this every day! You think I don’t know, it’s not fair!?" His voice was rising.

He was not about to allow himself to be snapped at, over doing his job.

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"Then if you know...

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"I can't! I am physically incapable of doing anything! You don't know how it works, so you have no right to assume!" He snapped.

"Honestly, you think I wouldnt fight for this!? Have you forgotten I had to reap my own wife!? If I went and did what I want, the balance would be tipped pitch. No one would die!"

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[guardiandeath]

Death sent the girl up the steps, she opened the door and stepped through, disappearing into the bright light.

Death straightened, glancing at the body laying on the pavement before turning his attention to pitch

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Pitch watched...

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"No, I can't." He said, voice turning cold.

"And I don't simply 'sit back' as you put it. I have to do this every day! You think I don't know, it's not fair!?" His voice was rising.

He was not about to allow himself to be snapped at, over doing his job.

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Death sent the girl up the steps, she opened the door and stepped through, disappearing into the bright light.

Death straightened, glancing at the body laying on the pavement before turning his attention to pitch

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Pitch watched her leave, waiting a moment before turning to look at Death. “Why can’t you take the evil from this world instead?”

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His hand tightened his grip on the handle of his scythe.

The question irritated him. Pitch already knew the answer.

"That's not my job." He said, face expressionless

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[guardiandeath]

Death closed his eyes and there was a heavy sounding snap, the horrifying sound of metal on skin, followed by the clatter of metal hitting pavement.

His...

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Where are the Thin Mints?: guardiandeath: Death closed his eyes and there was a heavy sounding…

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Death sent the girl up the steps, she opened the door and stepped through, disappearing into the bright light.

Death straightened, glancing at the body laying on the pavement before turning his attention to pitch

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[guardiandeath]

Death closed his eyes and there was a heavy sounding snap, the horrifying sound of metal on skin, followed by the clatter of metal hitting pavement.

His eyes opened and he moved over to the mangled body, checking to see if she had a pulse. The spirit wouldn’t leave right...

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"It was better then what was originally planned for her... I had two choices I also could have given her...one would have been extremely painful...the other she wouldn't have felt a thing but... This was better...trust me..." He explained quietly.

His attention was diverted as the girl sat up. Or rather the spirit, looking as she had before the sign fell.

She glanced around confused and death knelt in front of her, he smiled and spoke softly.

He wouldn't let her see her body. "What's your name?" He was telling her that her grandmother was waiting for her. Just beyond that door. He pointed at the door of the nearest building. An unearthly glow was shining out from under the door.