Bogmire looked at the body before him.

Stupid old man didn't stand a chance.

All of a sudden he heard the familar sound of bones rattiling.

Turning he saw the face of Death.

"Death!"

"Move aside young demon. I have a soul to collect and take to the glory land."

"But..."

"Where he will forever be free of his worries and fears..." death began.

Bogmire sighed when ever death was around he always did this dramatic speech. Weather he was collecting a soul to take to heaven or a soul to bring down to Bogmire and his crew. It didn't matter.

"Uncle Death...I have been promised that I could have these souls."

"Who made a promise like that to you?" he demanded.

"Well I made a deal with a human who wanted me to kill everyone in the house."

All of a sudden he felt something hard wack him on the head.

Death had wacked him on the head with his sythe

Clutching his head in his hands Bogmire tried very hard not to cry.

"What the hell did you do that for!" he yelled.

Death shook his head.

"You know I love you but why would you be so stupid as to make a deal with a human!" he roared.

"What business is it to you?" demanded Bogmire.

"Listen here boy, just because you are almost 5000 years old dosen't mean you are to old for me to turn me over on my knee and wack that purple butt of yours."

Bogmire backed up. He knew when his Uncle was serious.

Bogmire looked over at Uncle Grimmly whos soul had started floating up. He could see the bright tunnel opening up.

Bogmire turned to his uncle who was walking out of the room again. However before he could leave he turned and faced Bogmire.

"Boggy." he said. "You know if I let you do this you can never see your Selia again."

Bogmire stiffened at the sound of his mothers name.

His mother.

An angel who fell in love with a demon.

She was beautiful one of God's finest creations.

When they had conceived a child the were seperated. Never to see each other again.

The were told that if the baby had skin as pure as his mothers then he would be allowed to live in heaven. However if he were to come into the world with purple skin he would be sent down to hell with his father.

When he was born he was sent into his fathers arms and was sent down to the place that he would call home for over 1000 years.

That was until his uncle came to see him.

Uncle Death was what he was to call him.

He had brought news that he would be able to see his mother.

When asked why death smiled and said in the sweetest voice Bogmire had ever heard.

"Because God dosen't want anyone to be unhappy."

So terms were agreed upon that Bogmire would go and live with his mother on the outskirts of heaven for a month out of the human year.

Oh what happy times those were. He was able to laugh and smile and play. His mother made him so happy.

Now to have the thoughts of her being pulled away from him again almost made Bogmire want to throw up.

However he had a job to do and if he went back on his word...as a demon he would be thrown into the pit himself and he would never see his mother anyway.

He chuckled to himself.

What was that he heard some of the humans say?

"Dammed if I do, dammed if I don't."

"What was that Boggy?" asked Death.

Bogmire snapped back into real life and ran over to Grimmly who was almost pulled up into the light. All that was left was his feet.

Running over he tackled Grimmly and pulled him back down into the room.

They both fell with a light thud and Bogmire began to pant. That was to close for comfort.

As he looked back he saw that death had already vanished. No doubt to go tell his mother the sad news.

Bogmire held out his hand and sucked in Grimmly's soul.

"Oh well." he said with a sigh.

With that he got up and started to float into the next room.

Ok...Yes I know...but I gave some histroy on the family so I wanted to give Bogmire some history to. So if you don't like it just skip this chapter and pretend it didn't happen.

OK! we are off to the next chapter.

R and R please!

Sarah