So yeahhh sorry. I just kind of… yeah. My bad I hope they won't all be this far apart so sorry to you new people. It's kind of hard to get invested in a story with no plot line yet and an author who updates never. Oh well, let's go!

The girl seemed distraught when I told her but I cannot understand why. Once something has been fated you cannot change it so why bother with fleeting emotions. It's all a matter of mentality, I'm sure once she sees this she will understand.

Morphus is once again waiting outside the door for me, a look of concern on his face when he notices the girl staring at the floor in a broken manner. I scoff as a hint of concern gleams behind his eyes. Honestly when it came between humans and demons I am not sure who is more sentimentally hopeless.

"Morphus." He snaps to attention but his gaze slightly wanders to girl and I sigh. "Fine do what you will to comfort her but make sure she has food. It won't do any good to have the outer providences finding out we had the first human visitor since Dante and we let her starve to death before they could gawk at her."

"Yes Sir!" I made my way through the halls allowing my body to wander to the divine room but was unsurprised when I found it locked. Damn that Deumos, she works too fast. I pause for a moment to wonder if I should just break the lock and walk in anyway. I am perfectly capable of it physically but I see no point. If father wants to keep me away he will just continue to find irritants until I give up.

Thinking of my father I consider that I should inform him of our new arrival and what I have learned from her. Not that there is much to tell. As I wander through the dark stone walls I wonder yet again why Lilitu and her sister want to open the curtains. I feel like this atmosphere is perfect considering the going on's of the day. One could say they feel as if they exist only to be the bane of my insignificant existence.

As I continue to walk down the looming halls of my home I feel no sense of love or connection. Even in my childhood, I was a practical boy, never fretting about silly things such as toys and friends. Why waste time on such frivolous things? And thus, my home remains cold and empty, the prefect hovel for an agent of death.

As I turn into my father's study, I find him hard at work pouring over the day's judgments. I hate to interrupt him, knowing that his work will never cease and every interruption is time he can never truly make up.

"Lord Death."

He looks up, his ever present mask hiding the worn and sunken in face that marks his immortality. However, every time he manages a glance towards me a small smile graces his face. The connection with my father is the only one I have ever allowed to form, simply because, without me, he and his kingdom would crumble into dust.

"Hey, hey, hey Kiddo! How's it swinging?" He looks back to his work but responds with enthusiasm. The scroll underneath his fingers is unraveling along his desk and folding into a pile off to the side as he wirtes with lightning fast speed.

"I am fine, you are going through the unborn now?" He nods and I sigh. The fact of the matter is that human children are dangerously fragile; many are lost before their mother even knows of their presence, sometimes after. When I first went through all the charts I didn't understand why he had to fill anything out, just sign a complete order and mark them all as innocent. However, my father says since they weren't yet old enough to live and sin, they are instead marked for immediate rebirth. Another chance at life. Even after death they were to regrace the world hundreds of years before others waiting souls receive that same chance.

"Why yes-eroo! However I don't think we should be discussing work right now. Deumos, informed me of the incident this afternoon…" While he was not looking up I could feel the pointed gaze coming from the hidden eyes.

"Ah,that. She was just overreacting. She seems to have this doting concept she enjoys torturing me with, nothing more."

"It's not a doting concept. She has been your nurse since you were born. It's okay to form connections with others you know. It won't kill you." He laughs at the poor pun and I just roll my eyes.

"I don't have time for things like that. Without me this place would fall apart. I need to devote every moment to work. Which is why I cannot stop just because of a few scratches." My eyes wander around the room taking in the rustic style of the office my father rarely uses. The walls are lined with maps and tapestries dating back to the beginning of man. And the stone fireplace has the fossilized remains of some forgotten reptile engraved into it.

"I have managed thousands of years without you; do not forget your place boy. It's not just some surface injury anyway, she says your neurons are fried. Just like a cracked egg in the morning. It's time for a vacation Kiddo."

"I just took a vacation."

"That was 500 hundred years ago! Stop acting like a child before I reaper chop you!" He means to be intimidating and terrifying but I just can't get over that ridiculous mask he wears. However, a reaper chop is not trifling matter.

"Then why dear father, do you recommend that I do on this vacation?" I wait patiently as my father finishes his paper work and rerolls the scroll. An attendant knocks at the door, called to deliver the parchment. However, as he grabs the scroll he leans over to my father and whispers something in his ear. With the mask on it's impossible to see his reaction but the servant soon leaves me with just my father.

"Well, you are in luck. It seems that the Life kingdom is having its centennial spring awakening. It's been thousands of years since I was able to attend and it looks like this time we can send a representative." The eyes on his mask contort into down facing crescent moons and I sigh.

"A ball? Really father? I hardly consider that a vacation. Besides, what do they care? We are invited out of formality and nothing more. They would prefer to see our rotting corpses than have us attend any event of theirs."

"Oh how morbid you have become Kiddo. Why can't you go back to the cute child you were millennia ago?"

"Father…"

"Very well. The true reason I'm sending you is because you do need a break. However, I do not see you just lounging around on the couch for a week eating chips and playing that Xbox import I got you." He looks at me hopefully and I shake my head side to side. He sighs. "Right, well as you know our relationships with the other kingdoms have been rocky at best. Rumors are beginning to flow about out state getting weak. This is unacceptable and left to its own could escalate into war."

"I see." War hm? How unfavorable for the humans. "I suppose then I have no choice. A diplomatic trip it is. When shall we depart?"

"Excellent! The horses will be ready and rested tomorrow around midday. You can leave then. Pack something nice. It is a ball after all."

"Yes father. As you wish." I turn to the great oak door and creak open the wood evenly on each side, careful to only walk directly down the middle. As I close the doors to prepare for the trip I hear my father call something after me.

"And maybe find a cute girl hm Kiddo?" That's right I completely forgot to tell him about…

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I won't cry. I won't. Crying doesn't do any good. It doesn't… and yet… No I refuse. I'm sitting awkwardly in the hallway on an old Victorian couch. It must be hundreds of years old but sit remains as soft and luxurious as the day it was made. The clearing of a throat refreshes the awkward atmosphere as my guard tries to find a way to console me. He seems… unpracticed in the situation.

"Miss…"

"Albarn." I finish for him. He sighs in relief when I look up. Probably because I haven't shed any tears and don't in my own right look like a demon. Honestly whoever thought girls were beautiful when they cried needs a doctor… fast.

"Miss Albarn are you feeling alright?" I scoff a harsh laugh and he jumps back as if he's afraid I'll jump out and attack him with my claws.

"Well, I'm essentially dead, but not really. My father has no clue where I am since I'm guessing my body is rotting in the desert, oh and although I want to see my friends again soon I can't because that means they need to die. I'm just terrific." When I look at the guard he has dropped his head and cloud of shame has drifted around his body.

"I'm sorry. It's just a lot to take in. It's kind of a big deal to me. I didn't mean to bark at you." He looks up curiously and quickly corrects his posture.

"You have nothing to be sorry for Miss Albarn. You are a guest in this manor and can treat the staff in any such way you like." His chest is puffed out and for this first time I notice his physical traits. He must have died rather young, he only looks to be about 25 and his blonde hair is grown out a few inches. It would be shaggy if it weren't for the way it spiked forward. Beneath his armor he is tall and muscular, the classic image of a knight. Almost looks like Justin.

"Nonsense, it was rude of me. If I can treat you anyway I want then I will treat you like I would any other human." I stand to make my point more clear but find it pretty much hopeless as he is a good foot taller than me and it makes it hard to intimidate him.

"Thank you Miss Albarn." He smiles and I nod, returning his smile. I want to ask some questions about where I am but my stomach seems to want a different topic. It growls loudly enough that the man can hear it.

"If you are hungry Miss Albarn, I can take you to the kitchen. We have the finest chefs and ingredients in the kingdom." I nod my head eagerly unable to disagree with my stomach. I relax my posture and slowly follow behind him as he leads the way.

"What is your name?"

"Morphus."

"Hello Morphus, could you answer some questions for me?"

There you are. It's still in boring set up mode but I am already working on the next chapter in hopes of a better update time since this one was an eternity. Especially to those familiar with my work. Again sorry. Okay get those reviews going!