BEING placed in this type of situation was strange. Itād been centuriesĀ since the last time and it wasnāt a situation they enjoyed being in. Black eyes examined the teenager in front of them, taking in their pallor whilst also listening to their raspy labored breathing. They could see his life flickering like a candle yet it seemed determined to stay lit. āHeāll have to do,ā Death thought, lips pressing into a thin line as the small hands of their current form clenched at their side.
SIGHINGĀ quietly with their mind made up, the pale child snapped their fingers to jolt the redhead awake from his much needed rest. He can play catch up later. Time really wasnāt something the boy had and Death didnāt wish to stay in this wretched diseased place for longer than necessary with those accursed NoahĀ around.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā ā-------,ā Death spoke the teenās name, his realĀ name, in a hollow yet sharp tone that held authority as black eyes narrowed slightly.Ā āWe have important matters to discuss and Iād rather not waste time.ā