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Good evening, I welcome you to my abode, although it is not much I hear you wish to hear an impossible story correct? About the great escape of the one anyone would least expect. Well, that was quite some centuries ago now, I believe you humans call it the 'Victorian Era', correct? No one escapes me once their name is in my book. However, this time… this time there was someone who escaped. Maybe it wasn't truly her time or maybe there was some other force at work. But, what does that matter? You came here for a story, so let me indulge you.
Let's see, I believe it was around 1850 or so…
~1850~
It seemed like another day in the life of the humans before me, adoring parents and their little girl running around giggling and laughing. Her silver locks tied up in long pigtails while her cherry red eyes gleamed with a happiness reflected in her matching red cheeks, hugging her new teddy tightly to her pale blue dress and burying her nose into the soft brown fur. Just another day, it seemed like everything would carry on as such so I went to move on. Looking in the tattered black book I noticed three names appearing on the page, I looked up to the family playing in the house, a sigh falling from my lips. What cruel fate awaited them? I dusted off my black suit and took a few steps towards the beautiful mansion before I stopped and checked the notes in the book, I was not to make my appearance until tonight. I sighed, it was that little girls birthday as well, such a sad fate awaited them. I decided to pass time by walking around the vast gardens and walked through them, this was my last job for today after all.
Then, in the blink of an eye the proud mansion was blazing like a bonfire, I know they burn witches but this was a bit overdramatic? It was then I spotted an unlikely being, a creature that I did not think I would see in such a place. But right now my focus was elsewhere, as the flames died down the sun of dawn seemed to set it ablaze once again. I walked through ashes and burnt down rooms, through charred walls and dismembered furniture, with a heavy sigh I found the first two with ease and collected their souls. That was two off my list, the this name, well she was the little girl that had been running around so gleefully. I headed towards where she should've been only to spot the little albino girl huddled in the rubble clutching her white cat. I did not enjoy this part of my job, for I had to collect her soul after all. But my actions were soon stopped at the bell on her cats collar rang, the cat itself hissing at me, as if it knew what my intentions were. Lifting her head she stared me right in the eyes, ruby red eyes that were even redder from the tears she'd shed. But it was those few moments that allowed her escape.
It was nothing extravagant, no huge plan but she escaped me through simply buying time. I cannot deal with crying children after all and here before me was an angelic little girl crying her eyes out for her long dead parents. "Calm down, you'l be with them soon" but that only seemed to make things worse. I sighed a hand going over my face only to look up and see a huge horse kneeling for the girl as she clambered on. But something wasn't right, a long dead soul was fused into the body, a doll!
My scythe appeared and I soon made chase. Her, the cat and the horse seemed to travel so far so fast. My own horse tired before her doll did, bolting off into the darkness of the forests and hiding away in shadows. I searched the darkness that not even the sun could light, the ring of the cats bell, the click of the dolls heavy joints mocking me but she was nowhere to be seen. She had simply vanished, escaping so easily from my grasp.
Sometimes the greatest of escapes are by far the simplest. There was no huge chase as there were simply countryside terrain, the clicking joints of her doll were echoing in my ears still, along with the bell of that cat of hers. It is quite funny is it not? Such a marvellously simple escape?
~1860~
Once more her name appeared in my book, it had been 10 years since that day she escaped and now it was time to pay her another visit. Only before me this time was not some cowering child, no this was a young woman who knew how to use every asset she had. With a dress that accentuated each and every curve. That innocence was gone, even though she was the very image of an angel on Earth. Behind her was a demon, recently summoned and infatuated with her, what deal had she made?
Walking forward, her ruby eyes turned and met mine once more, not a drop of fear. "Have you come for me once more?" Her voice like honey. She walked over and smiled sweetly at me before burning the page of my book that had her name. "I have too much to do to 'entertain' you Grim Reaper." She said. "Maybe next time, although… I am putting my soul to good use." Another sweet smile and she seemed to almost vanish within the mansion, the one that had burnt to the ground now stood with pride once again. And I could not take one step towards her.
~Present Day~
They talk about great escapes from jail, from wars…. But this my dear guest was one of the greatest escapes in all of history. This little girl escaped me! Death himself! But that was just as a girl, when she was an old woman it seemed she had a demon escort her down to hell, where I am sure even now she is putting many succubi's to shame. So even in the end, she did perform a great escape, it is not as dramatic, it is not even miraculous it is simply pure luck. Who knew that Rosalin Ashwood would forever escape my grasp? A truly great escape.
Which reminds me, your name is in my book. You should finish your drink.
Let's see, I believe it was around 1850 or so…
~1850~
It seemed like another day in the life of the humans before me, adoring parents and their little girl running around giggling and laughing. Her silver locks tied up in long pigtails while her cherry red eyes gleamed with a happiness reflected in her matching red cheeks, hugging her new teddy tightly to her pale blue dress and burying her nose into the soft brown fur. Just another day, it seemed like everything would carry on as such so I went to move on. Looking in the tattered black book I noticed three names appearing on the page, I looked up to the family playing in the house, a sigh falling from my lips. What cruel fate awaited them? I dusted off my black suit and took a few steps towards the beautiful mansion before I stopped and checked the notes in the book, I was not to make my appearance until tonight. I sighed, it was that little girls birthday as well, such a sad fate awaited them. I decided to pass time by walking around the vast gardens and walked through them, this was my last job for today after all.
Then, in the blink of an eye the proud mansion was blazing like a bonfire, I know they burn witches but this was a bit overdramatic? It was then I spotted an unlikely being, a creature that I did not think I would see in such a place. But right now my focus was elsewhere, as the flames died down the sun of dawn seemed to set it ablaze once again. I walked through ashes and burnt down rooms, through charred walls and dismembered furniture, with a heavy sigh I found the first two with ease and collected their souls. That was two off my list, the this name, well she was the little girl that had been running around so gleefully. I headed towards where she should've been only to spot the little albino girl huddled in the rubble clutching her white cat. I did not enjoy this part of my job, for I had to collect her soul after all. But my actions were soon stopped at the bell on her cats collar rang, the cat itself hissing at me, as if it knew what my intentions were. Lifting her head she stared me right in the eyes, ruby red eyes that were even redder from the tears she'd shed. But it was those few moments that allowed her escape.
It was nothing extravagant, no huge plan but she escaped me through simply buying time. I cannot deal with crying children after all and here before me was an angelic little girl crying her eyes out for her long dead parents. "Calm down, you'l be with them soon" but that only seemed to make things worse. I sighed a hand going over my face only to look up and see a huge horse kneeling for the girl as she clambered on. But something wasn't right, a long dead soul was fused into the body, a doll!
My scythe appeared and I soon made chase. Her, the cat and the horse seemed to travel so far so fast. My own horse tired before her doll did, bolting off into the darkness of the forests and hiding away in shadows. I searched the darkness that not even the sun could light, the ring of the cats bell, the click of the dolls heavy joints mocking me but she was nowhere to be seen. She had simply vanished, escaping so easily from my grasp.
Sometimes the greatest of escapes are by far the simplest. There was no huge chase as there were simply countryside terrain, the clicking joints of her doll were echoing in my ears still, along with the bell of that cat of hers. It is quite funny is it not? Such a marvellously simple escape?
~1860~
Once more her name appeared in my book, it had been 10 years since that day she escaped and now it was time to pay her another visit. Only before me this time was not some cowering child, no this was a young woman who knew how to use every asset she had. With a dress that accentuated each and every curve. That innocence was gone, even though she was the very image of an angel on Earth. Behind her was a demon, recently summoned and infatuated with her, what deal had she made?
Walking forward, her ruby eyes turned and met mine once more, not a drop of fear. "Have you come for me once more?" Her voice like honey. She walked over and smiled sweetly at me before burning the page of my book that had her name. "I have too much to do to 'entertain' you Grim Reaper." She said. "Maybe next time, although… I am putting my soul to good use." Another sweet smile and she seemed to almost vanish within the mansion, the one that had burnt to the ground now stood with pride once again. And I could not take one step towards her.
~Present Day~
They talk about great escapes from jail, from wars…. But this my dear guest was one of the greatest escapes in all of history. This little girl escaped me! Death himself! But that was just as a girl, when she was an old woman it seemed she had a demon escort her down to hell, where I am sure even now she is putting many succubi's to shame. So even in the end, she did perform a great escape, it is not as dramatic, it is not even miraculous it is simply pure luck. Who knew that Rosalin Ashwood would forever escape my grasp? A truly great escape.
Which reminds me, your name is in my book. You should finish your drink.
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