Page 43 of When Death Called Life Home (When Deities Awaken #1)

Chapter 43

Death

S he reached for him without the simplest of touches. He felt her soul cradle into his, accepting the safety he offered it. She no longer held onto her own consciousness, not even as he begged her with the ocean falling from his eyes.

There was nothing else around them. Not to him, and not to her.

His soul wrapped hers into a death-like grip, for if she were to let herself remain as only energy, watching for her next body, then so, too, would he.

He didn’t notice the way her body slowly stitched itself back together with the weaving of their souls. Nor did he notice that Death watched over them with a rare fondness .

He’d witnessed over the years how the boy had absorbed all the fear meant for the taker. How he’d encompassed everything that Death had once been when walking amongst the Elysian people. Before they’d exiled him and his lover. Before the Elders had taken over their rule and created more war than peace.

The boy had heaved the burden upon his shoulders and carried it without complaint. He’d worshipped Death as though Death was who he would become. So upon him, Death would instil his life. The time for his heir to rise finally arrived and Death could not think of a more suitable Elysian.

For anyone who understood Death knew that he cherished Life more than his own soul.