The Domain of Death Himself

Xanthus is Death, and Death has a busy life, as you'd imagine. What with the scythe work and the whole soul collecting stuff. His days are long and kind of dull, until he meets a certain, someone.

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4. Gabby the new face of death

“Gabby.” Death said into the chrome microphone on his metallic desk. He’d finally found himself an assistant but had found that the certain person he’d chosen was actually not that great at all.

                “Please, sir, my name is Adam.” The deep drawling voice of his eighteen year old assistant came through the receiver.

                “Well, I’m sorry I wanted a female assistant. There are literally no women who want to do this job… well accept for Clarice, but she’s weird and only ever wants to fight me… It gets rather tiring…”

                “Um… sir… What is it you wanted? Not just to hear my beautiful voice?” The boy chuckled at his own joke.

                “I just wanted to ask if you’d like to be my apprentice… but still my assistant. I need some help with my client-collecting.”

                “What? Really?”

                “Well?”

                “I-I don’t know…”

                “Ten.”

                “Sir?”

                “Nine.”

                “Sir?” He repeated.

                “Eight.”

                “Oh!”

                “Seven. Come on Gabby choose.”

                “It’s Adam!”

                “Six.”

                “What will you do if I don’t answer?”

                “A cheeky one. Five.”

                “Alright, alright, I’ll take it.” Gabby-or Adam- laughed.

                “Can you come through then? We’ll start now.”

                “Oh okay.”

 

The boy came through, his baggy school-style shirt and trousers almost tripping him on his way. It was a shame. Xanthus really had wanted to have a woman assistant, but having grown tired of the terrified women lying to him he’d given up. Diamond woman had turned down the job when she’d found out what it was they did there. There was no way to lie about it. There were souls walking in every day, crying, weeping, even as far as laughing in deranged ways.

 

It was pretty easy catching souls in Death’s way. He simply walked around towns and cities all over the world, looking for the lost souls that wondered on the streets like lost puppies. There were those who he didn’t manage to get a hold of. Those who moved on, on their own.

                You’re probably wondering how he sees the souls when you can’t, but that’s where his unusual eyes come in. Their milky depths held the dark ability to see the lost souls and drew them in to trust him. He was most likely using this god given power in a way not meant to be, but who would want to give charity when you can get free money? He also holds the ability to turn certain parts of their body’s into material objects so he can sell them to collectors or hospitals (you get some sick hobbies).

 

“So what are you going to teach me?” Gabby asked (I’ve given up on the name Adam).

                “Well, Gabby my dear, I first have to teach you the art of catching the souls. It can involve a slight alteration to your… eyes.”

                “What?! You’re gonna alter my eyes?!”

                “It’s a necessity. You can’t catch souls if you can’t see souls.” Xanthus examined the boy’s features deeply, hoping he wouldn’t fail the test… 

                “What will you do?”

                “Make them white like mine.”

                “How?!”

                “Well…” He paused. “Do you really want to know?”

                “Yeah, I do.” Gabby looked worried and put a hand to his face, not seeming to notice his actions.

                “Well we have to… brnthirisanblechthpupilwthacd.”

                “What?” The boy snapped. “Why are you mumbling like that?!” He looked hugely worried; obviously he hadn’t heard what he’d thought he’d heard.

                “We have to burn away the iris around the pupil with my power and then remove the pupil carefully without damaging your vision. It’s a hard job, and I’ve never done it before, but I’m sure you’ll be okay.”

                “But I… How will I explain that to my friends..?” Asked Gabby with worry etched into his features.

                “You’ll have to forget about friends in this business. You’re the only one who can help me out.”

                “Forget? About my friends? Why, can’t I just wear sun glasses?”

                “Well you can, but you’ll be very busy with training.”

                “Training?”

                “Shall we do it then?”

                “Yeah… okay…”

                “Let’s go then. We’ll need to go to my home for this.” 

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