The second time he asked, it was so tempting.
I was tired, lonely – bereft. I had just failed my first attempt at a relationship. She said I was too cold. Her last words as she threw the few gifts I had given her back at me were that I wasn't human, just a pretty monster.
"A pretty monster, Angel? Yes, I suppose you are."
Damn him! That voice, vibrating on the back of my neck. I was so furious that he would intrude on me in my private upset. I tried to tell him to leave me alone, but he ignored my words.
"Even a vapid girl like her recognizes what you are, my Angel." A cold hand slid across my nape and I shuddered. I told myself then that it was the chill.
"Some things won't change with time, Walter. But you will. You will grow less pretty. You will slow. You will lose that which makes you the Angel of Death." I was ready to tell him that those were acceptable consequences of humanity, but he beat me to my argument.
"But you will always be a monster. You won't regain your humanity with time. Grey hair and wrinkles will not restore what you willingly gave away." His nose brushed my ear as he laid his curses on my soul.
"Take my offer," he whispered in my ear. "Stay the pretty monster instead of aging and dying. Serve with me – beside me."
He failed there. It would never be a matter of serving with him; only of serving him.
Yes, this does go with a fic I have up separately titled "The First Time," but it was a little clunky to put together without the third chapter (up at adultfanfiction dot net, which is NC-17. The fourth chapter is also at adultfanfiction dot net, because it doesn't stand alone well.