"Aaaargh!" the knife rippled through her body, and her soul disintegrated.
Nashtaa grinned darkly. He watched the sparkling eyes of his victim dull. He pulled out the knife and watched as the servants of Death came to collect her. The poor girl had been tricked into falling in love with a Ghost and therefore saw through the Veil and into the ghost world. Nashtaa rolled his eyes. Which Ghost would be stupid enough to fall in love with a Human anyway? Then a voice at the back of his mind broke through the murderous thoughts.
You didn't know her. Why on earth did you kill her? Just because you have no DNA doesn't make you a murdering Ghost! You are Human. You should feel guilty at least.
His side loyal to Death answered the voice back. It does. If he has no DNA, he is, technically, not Human. Those were the laws decreed at the beginning of Time. He became a Ghost when he was Changed. Now he cannot feel guilty as he has no heart.
Oh, please! You still have feelings. Why did Death tell you to kill her anyway?
You know why. She knew too much. That girl saw through the Veil and now knows the Ghost world exists.
But Death could have given her to Lethe. Y'know the river that wipes your memory. It would be nicer and would be a lot better for her as well.
"Aargh, enough!" Nashtaa hadn't realised he's said it out loud until he noticed Deaths servants looking at him. Nashtaa eyed them back and quickly recited, "Treso nicatimus!" A shiver ran through their bodies. The servants looked confused but carried on with their business as if nothing had happened. Nashtaa said to himself, "Aah, the old 5 second memory wipe. Never fails."
You think too much of your power. If you slip up and do that to a Human, then they might realise there is a Veil.
Yes, the Veil between the Ghost World and the Human World is getting thinner. But he doesn't slip up.
There's always a first time!
Nashtaa carried on the silent conversation as he walked down the heaving Human high street. Occasionally a Human would unknowingly walk through him and Nashtaa would materialise and de-materialise through them. After a while he floated over to a cafe.
Why do you float? Death says to only levitate when you need to. It drains your energy.
Well all he has to do is go up to a passer-by and touch their forehead. He takes a portion of their energy and moves on to another Human.
I know. I have done it before! But you have to be careful! If you drain too much Human energy, you'll kill them.
He knows that, but anyway, it's much more fun to kill Humans using a knife. The Human ones. Cos if you hold on to a Human thing then they can see it if they're touching it too. And then they panic. It's refreshing to see their horror and delirious fear. Some Humans even find themselves sceptical of Ghosts, even then!
Nashtaa contemplated all of this, and looked into the shiny, scratched window of the cafe. in the Human world, there would be no reflection, but as that world and the Ghost world overlap, there was one, though it was slightly fuzzy.
Nashtaa took in the yellow-ness of his eyes. The permanent symbol of a scythe wrapped in a banner- emblazoned with the words 'Comprime DNA et truimphum' which meant 'Ghostly DNA shall triumph' which was the motto of the Ghost world- was imprinted on his bare shoulder.
Oh stop admiring yourself! And, I must say, when Death told you that you were to wear a black toga, I thought he was joking. You look RIDICULOUS!
Death doesn't joke.
Nashtaa frowned, because those two were seriously getting on his nerve.
He got up and floated back to the Graveyard.