“What is my payment for being here?” This time, when Death smiled and lightning cracked, the flash revealed his true face. It was all bone, with jagged teeth and half a skull that stretched far too wide and far too high. “I want Nismera dead.” I scoffed before a small, sullen laugh left me. “You brought me back for that? Do it yourself. You are Death. You do not need me.” “Oh, but I do. I need you all, actually. You see, I may be Death, but I cannot kill. I only take what passes, either naturally or unnaturally. Such is my burden.”
