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She was on her knees on the ground, her body trembling. The evil human towered over her, plucking her lifeless sister's soul from her body. It dropped the little blue soul on its tongue and swallowed loudly. Ophelia remained where she was, her face and dress spattered with her sister's blood. Her eyes were wide, tears running down her face. It had slashed through Beatrice like butter just moments before. She had been able to do nothing except watch her sister die. She was useless.

It turned to her, its beady red eyes leering at her.

"More..." It rasped out. Ophelia stumbled backward from it, crying.

"No, no, please! I don't want to die like this!" She struggled to her feet.

She ran a few feet, hearing the evil human give chase. It swiped at her feet, tripping her. With a shriek, she fell hard, whirling around to watch it lurk over to her. It raised its claws up to deal the death blow and she shut her eyes tightly and screamed.

There was a deafening clang and the sound of clothes flapping in the breeze. When she didn't feel the excruciating, Ophelia opened her eyes hesitantly and gasped. Death was standing in front of her protectively, blocking the evil human's claws with his scythe.

"Ophelia, are you alright?" He asked, not daring to take his eyes off the evil human.

"Y-y-yeah. Thank you." She whispered.

Death's eyes narrowed as he looked at the evil human. "You pitiful creature. You have strayed far from the path of Order. Your soul is mine."

He crashed his hand onto the evil human's skull. It yelped and scurried back, gaining its momentum to attack. Death poised his scythe, glancing at the blade. Nadine's reflection appeared in it, her eyes determined. He looked back at the evil human, watching as it charged him. He brought his blade back and slice through its body. It grunted, looking astounded. Its body disappeared, leaving behind its inflamed soul.

Death released Nadine and she turned back, going over to Beatrice's body. He knelt in front of Ophelia and carefully placed his hands on her shoulders. She was staring straight ahead, her eyes only flickering to him when he touched her. Her face was ashen and her bottom lip quivered.

"I-I didn't s-save her...I-I j-j-just let her d-d-ie..." She covered her mouth, but the choked sob escaped her.

"I'm sorry." He murmured.

Another sob followed the first and she threw her arms around his neck, crying into his chest. He was startled; he had never seen this side of her and it honestly scared him. He hated seeing her so broken. He wrapped his arms around her and held her tightly. She wept like a small child who had scraped her knee. He soothingly rubbed her back, feeling her tears sodden his robe. It didn't bother him.

He carefully stood up with her and lifted her up, cradling her to his chest. Her hands gripped his robe tightly, her sobs indiscernible. Death turned to Nadine, who tenderly closed Beatrice's eyes.

"Nadine, would you...?" He let the question hang in the air, unwilling to finish the remainder of his request while Ophelia was still inconsolable. His partner nodded her head and slowly stood up, holding Beatrice's body.

Death turned away and walked back into town. The town was still slumbering, blissfully unaware of the tragic events that had just transpired. He went to his manor, opening the door carefully without jostling Ophelia, and went inside. He shut the door behind him and walked down the hall.

"Where are we?" Ophelia's voice was muffled by his robe.

"My home. I thought you would be more comfortable here..." He answered softly, going into the room he rarely was in: his bedroom.

He set her gently down on the bed. She looked up at him, her eyes red and swollen. Her tears were beginning to slow, drying on her cheeks. He removed his mask and sat beside her on the bed. She studied his face, seeing he was genuinely sorry for her loss.

"I'm sorry. I should have gone with you, or at least sent someone to make sure you were alright." He said softly.

Ophelia sat up and sniffled, wiping her eyes. "N-no, I shouldn't have pushed her to go. She wanted to stay in, b-but I just wanted her to see the moon flower o-once before she..."

She burst into a fresh wave of tears, covering her face with her hands. Death gently wrapped his fingers around her wrists, pulling her hands down from her face. She looked up at him with watery cyan eyes. He wiped her tears away.

"It isn't your fault, Ophelia. Never think that what happened was your fault." He sighed and removed his hands from her. "I'm sorry...There's something I need to tell you. Something...something I've been putting off for nearly twenty years."

She looked at him curiously. He peered into her eyes. "Ophelia, do you remember the first year or so we met, I was trying to get your soul?"

She nodded slowly. She stated. "You couldn't."

"No, I wouldn't. There was just something about you that made me unwilling to take your life. Now, I realize what it is. But, that isn't what I need to tell you. Eventually, your name faded off my list."

"W-what?" She was incredulous.

He looked away from her. "I spoke to my friend Eibon, the wizard. He hadn't heard of something like this, but theorized that you became something similar to a Shinigami. You will live an incredibly long time, Ophelia, and with it you will succumb to madness eventually because of me. Because I was too weak to end your life, I have doomed you to madness."

She didn't say anything and he looked at her out of the corner of his eye. "Why would I succumb to madness?"

"A human can't bear the emotional burden of watching everyone they care about die through the course of the centuries. That is why humans aren't meant to live any longer than one hundred years."

Ophelia dropped her head. "S-so, I would have watched my little sister die anyway?"

He cringed. "Yes, that's right."

"I'm like you?"

"More or less. You're still human, but you will never die of old age. As it stands, you are perpetually twenty-one. The only way for you to die is for someone to kill you. I'm truly sorry, Ophelia, I-"

"Death...what is the reason why you were unwilling to kill me?" She gently interrupted, making him look up at her.

She wasn't angry, but she didn't seem thrilled either. He didn't blame her, but at least she hadn't struck him and stormed out. Death swallowed, suddenly nervous.

"W-well," he once again cursed his stammer, "it's because...erm, I guess it is because I...well, I might have...feelings...for you."

Ophelia laughed shakily, tears coming to her eyes again. "I-it's a pretty crappy time to profess our love for each other, b-but, I feel the same way."

Death smiled hesitantly, reaching out to gently touch her face. She leaned into his touch, her eyes saddening. "It's funny...Bea told me before we left that you cared for me like a man would his wife. I guess I was too certain you wouldn't-"

"Ophelia, you mean more to me than you know." He murmured softly, leaning toward her and brushing his lips against hers briefly.

She felt her face flush. He pulled away and stood up. "You need to get some rest; I'll take care of the...funeral arrangements. It's the least I can do."

She smiled gratefully. "O-okay...Death? Could you stay here until I fall asleep?"

He nodded slowly and sat in the chair beside the bed. She laid down, curling up under the covers. He reached out and gently stroked her hair, leaving only when her breathing had deepened and her face relaxed.