This story I've had on my mind for a few years now and I'm just now getting to it. Enjoy my take of a music legend.
A man of color stopped at a crossroad at midnight near Dockery Plantation, holding a guitar case. A figure walked towards the man. The character was holding a large file with a list of names.
"This must be quick, Mr. Johnson. I'm a busy man." The figure told the guitarist, crossing his arms. The guitarist looked at the man as his hands clamped on his beloved case.
"I want to be the best guitarist there is sir."
"Just so you know child, in ten years, your soul will be mine."
"Fair enough." The young man said as they shook hands. The man walked away with a lavender colored feather falling from him and landing on the ground unseen by the guitarist.
-10 years later-
Playing the last note from his beloved guitar, the man removed a cigar from his lips as people around the restaurant. As he stepped off the stage, howling and barking could be heard by Robert, and he ran outside and entered a forest.
Behind them, the hounds gained speed. Robert stopped and began playing a song to prevent the canine from getting closer. Sadly, the musician failed to see the red eyes surrounding him as the hellhounds left the safety of the shadows and charged him.
The battle soon ended with a few of the hounds injured but ultimately victories. As Robert took his last few breaths of precious air, he saw a man with wings coming to him. The winged man touched his chest as something came out. "Time for you to pay child. You have done well with your life. Your music will live on for millennia."
"I don't understand, aren't you an angel?"
The being chuckled. "You could say that child, I am Thanatos, the Greek god of death." The angel of death grabbed the mans soul to place it in a capsule. The angel took flight once more, leaving a lavender colored feather floating by the deceased legend of blues music.