Nothing Left to Say

By Allietheepic7

Death

I took a bite of my food and grimaced; and this bar had come so recommended too. Pity. All around me were human patrons drowning their sorrows in liquor, something we had in common. Of course, I'm not talking about the human part.

No, a reaper had brought me some grave news earlier today. Apparently, the demons had started plans to raise Lucifer, even though any simpleton knows that the apocalypse would only happen when God was good and ready for it to happen. These plans aren't anywhere close to producing fruit yet (Lucifer's vessel is only 5, a mere babe), but I know that the moment Lucifer is free, he'll do all he can to bind me, and that certainly won't do. A crooning voice rang from the speakers as the bar's doors opened to let in another poor soul. I have to figure out a way to keep the balance for the time I'll be bound, perhaps even a way to fight back against Lucifer…But I certainly can't break the balance myself…

A rather depressed red head sat next to me at the bar. Tear stains were drying on her cheeks as she shifted awkwardly on her stool. "Anything good?" She croaked at me, eyeing the growing-cold meal in front of me.

"Not particularly," I sniffed. "It isn't really up to health code standards, let alone mine." The woman snorted as I pinned her with my ice-blue eyes. Her hands cradled her stomach unconsciously while she ordered her non-alcoholic drink. "You seem rather upset, if you don't mind my noticing, madam." While it was rather worthless most of the time, I often engaged in human chatter. Their various opinions of the world were amusing, especially coming from such insignificant creatures.

"It's Maddie," She murmured, eyes welling with tears. "And, it's nothing, really. It's just…my husband and I have been trying to have another child, a son, but…Jazz's birth was really complicated…and the doctors told us it might not be possible."

I gave her what I believed was a sympathetic smile as a plan emerged in my mind. I've seen everything. I watched as the Flood killed thousands. As Samson slaughtered in battle lust. As Gabriel impregnated Mary.

I placed a hand on the bare skin of her arm. "I wish you the best of luck, my dear." I said sincerely as a piece of my essence latched onto a small piece of her soul. No, dear Madeline wouldn't have any trouble conserving another child.

If the child was her husband's or not was another matter.