Chapter 1
"So, we have a deal then?" The undertaker asked with a huge grin on his face.
"I suppose we do." The insane grin got even wider, and he took a step forward.
"Now then," he closes the space in between us quickly, and pulls me into him.
"Your body, soul and mind all belong to me."
My heart stops, this was not a part of the deal. Before I can spit out a response I feel an immense pain spreading through my body.
That bastard. He tricked me.
My head ached, burned and feels largely swollen. I curl my fingers into fists and groan in pain.
Then I recognize this feeling running through my body and pounding through my veins. It feels morbid, regretful, greedy and filled with lies of peace. It feels like death. No… I know that it is death.
I hear a chuckle, I open my eyes in response. The world around me is blurry, but the closer the object, the easier it is to see. I see a shadow leaning against the wall, shaking. He was laughing.
Suddenly he lets out a maniacal laugh and throws himself over, clutching his chest.
My eardrums ache at the sound. "Shut. Up." I spat out. The pain slowly and painstakingly receding.
"My my, aren't you in a fuss." He giggled, but complying all the same.
"Oh shut up." I slowly sit myself up and look down at myself. I am wearing a beautiful black dress, frills and ribbons all black flat shoes and laced tights. I can see a light, dullish pink underskirt and laced fan attached to the dress. It also seems I am wearing a corset, acknowledging the fact that I cannot breathe.
It's uncomfortable, and itchy. Very itchy.
"Who the hell are you?" I demand weakly. Adjusting to my body.
He giggles a bit before replying. " You should be asking yourself, just who you are."
I freeze.
Who the hell am i?
I know that I am a girl, one with curly blonde hair, or at least in the corners of my vision. My name. What is my name? Who am I? Who was I?
"Do you know who I am? And well your at it introduce yourself." I sneer. This guy was pissing me off.
He grins. "My, you were just a simple housekeeper. I just made you an offer you couldn't resist."
I narrow my eyes. "What kind of offer?"
"I gave you immortality. All I asked in return was to train you to be my shinigami or death god."
My mouth dropped open slightly before I caught it.
"What kind of deal is that!?" I spat.
"It's a deal meaning…" He took a step forward and wrapped me in his arms. The dark feeling of death inside me relaxed, being with it's owner. Owner?
"…that I now own your body, soul and mind. Not in that order of course." He ends the sentence with another burst of laughter.
" What. The. Hell is wrong with you!" I shout, fighting back the feeling of belonging. He lets me go.
"A lot is wrong with me, but don't you remember that little nightmare you had before awakening?"
I froze again, digesting the information. What was I thinking? Was I just… Bored?
"The sad thing is.." He continued. " The only way for a death god to create another death god is a forbidden ritual. A ritual that… requires a deal, or a contract if you must. You agreed to come join me on a journey, and all I had to do was convince you that you were just so~ bored~."
My hands are clenched and shaking, the pain long forgotten.
"And so I wrote the contract over your heart, and over mine." He leans into my ear. " That means when I die, all of my powers belong to you." My fist are no longer shaking, but still visibly clenched.
"And don't forget. Since I used a forbidden ritual it means that you are, in essence, are an illegal shinigami."
"Bloody idiot! You are mad!" Should have known to never trust a laughing madman.
"Mad, oh my lovely doll… I'm already long dead. And so. Are. You."