His wings were like torn leather only they were dripping dark red liquid. His face hidden in shadows or were they dark spirits? Either way it was his job and his job alone to carry out these dreadful tasks. He looked at the girl dying in an alleyway, sighing he stepped forward as her spirit climbed out of her body. 

“No I can’t be dead I’m too young no I never told them tha-…w-what are you help me please!” Always in denial he thought to himself as the girl screamed for what seemed like days… that was really hours. “We must be on our way Ma’am” She stood there scared and trembling. “I must leave without saying goodbye?” Always the worst part he thought to himself.

 “A strict schedule ma’am we need to go now let’s go please, I don’t like forcing people.” Her eyes widened and she nodded tears still running out of her pale blue eyes now rimmed red. “Take my hand please,” he said as he put his hand out, black glove covering it. She hesitated looking at his black glove seeing only bones where the glove should be. 

“Time is nearly up Ma’am you have taken your time and I was nice…but my patience is wearing thin” She gulped and took his hand feeling an instant jolt the world blurred for a second and then she saw his true form. His eyes were fiery pits and he was glowing a mixture of colors almost see through, yet if you looked at it for to long you started to see something staring back at you. He very slowly faded back to his form that she had seen him in before but the shock on her face was clear. “Yes I know it is a quite…disturbing sight to some, But it is still rude to stare ma’am now lets go” He says waving his hand towards the ground. 

A pit opened up well it seemed to be a pit but there were stairs leading downwards she looked at them as if they were the stairs to hell itself though he knew this not to quite be true. He led her down the stairs and about halfway down she disappeared to wherever it is she was to go he didn’t deal with that area he just simply delivered them. He continued his path downward this was the last of the day.

He continued walking until he could hear the steps growing squeaky. He then turned and waved his hand in front of him and a burst of purple and green light exploded in front of his hand showing a dark red door. He opened the door and waved his hand again making the door go away. He hollered out “I’m home, dinner ready yet?” he took off his dark blue jacket and let his wings stretch out yawning. 

His daughter runs up too him nearly tripping on the black carpet. He grins and wraps her in a hug. “Hi daddy,” her voice drops down to a whisper “mommy was crying earlier she nearly went to see Him…” she glances around nervously with a hint of fear in her soft dark brown eyes. “Go on to your room I’ll come see you in a sec’, ok sweetie?” He says worried about his wife surely nothing could be that bad…he thinks to himself.

He lets her down, smiling at her though his thoughts still troubled; she looks at him scared and runs off.

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