I'd forgotten that Death was now a father.
It was something so strange to me, the way my gaze went from him to his kid and then back to him.
I could tell the little boy was his son too; his paled red eyes were the spitting image of his father's his silvered green hair a combination of both Afra and Death.
The little boy stared at me, curious, but his gaze was that different of a normal boy. There was a strange wisdom in his eyes, like he had seen things that no other had.
"Go on and say hi, Rielyn." Death told him, and the boy, Rielyn, dropped his hand and came over to where I stood, holding out his hand.
"Pleased to meet you. My father speaks of you and your husband highly. My mother just thinks you're trying to steal her husband." he replied, and that startled a laugh out of me, Afra shaking her head, and Death smirking.
