'You keep coming here despite what you've seen." Death told me, as he didn't turn to face me.
I glowered at what he said, though I couldn't stop the tremors that coursed through my arms.
"You're one to talk. Especially since the dreams have been of you killing me." I replied flatly, and Death distilled, the only thing giving him away was how he gripped his scythe in both hands.
He held his weapon more times in the following days than ever had I seen him. Probably because at the time, I hadn't been a threat. Probably because now that Life was breathing down his neck to kill me, and the sisters of the Fates had come to agreeance with her, he was now being backed into a corner where he could no longer do what he wanted in our deal.
Even though he was never meant to.
