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Jason tumbled through nothingness, a soul untethered, flailing against a void that didn't bend, didn't yield, didn't even notice him. The white light at the end of the tunnel consumed everything—space, matter, reality itself pulling him like a current that wanted to erase him. He fought. Every instinct, every ounce of cursed energy screamed against it.
"I WON'T DIE!" he roared, and the dimensional cleave tore through the white light like a shard of glass. The tunnel shattered, the light fractured, and Jason crashed face-first onto a surface that barely deserved the name ground. Charred, cracked, endless ruin stretched in every direction—floating fragments of planets, burned-out asteroids, debris that had no past or future. The horizon was a jagged line of destruction. The world itself had ended here.
And then she spoke.
"Why do you resist your fate?"
Jason spun around. She was small, almost delicate, yet impossible to ignore. Every movement she made drew attention. Her hair, black and slightly messy, fell to her shoulders with a natural ease. Pale skin, not ethereal but human enough to be tangible, framed dark, lively eyes that seemed to see every part of him. A simple gothic outfit, black jeans, a tank top, boots, and the faint glimmer of an ankh around her neck.
"Death isn't merciless, Jason Anderson," she said, voice calm, steady. "I will only take you to where your soul may find peace."
Jason blinked, disbelief and awe mingling. "Death… you're Death. One of the Endless Mazikeen mentioned."
She inclined her head. "Indeed. Do not mistake me for an adversary. I am not here to fight. I am here to guide."
Jason laughed, bitter and sharp. "Guide? Back where? I belong back in Hell, fighting Satan, not drifting in some… cosmic waiting room. And fuck that white hole, by the way."
She didn't flinch. Her tone remained soft but unyielding. "This place is not what you fear it to be. Here, souls find rest. You deserve that… after all you have done. The lives you've saved, the worlds you've touched… shouldn't you finally pause?"
"Oh, hell no," he snapped. "Pause? You trying to convince me to quit? Don't even. I still have a mission. I still have more to conquer even you, even this concept. Death isn't something I fear. Not ever."
"I am not to be feared," she said gently. "I am here only to help."
Jason's expression twisted into disdain. "Help? Can you fight? Can we do something other than this philosophical crap?"
She shook her head, voice even. "Jason, I do not fight. It goes against everything I represent."
He studied her, then smirked with that defiance only a human could muster. "Huh. I think I understand now." He stepped forward, towering over her, a force in motion. Without hesitation, he grabbed her, lifted her off the ground with a strength that would have crushed most beings.
She didn't move. Didn't resist. Didn't even flinch.
"Are you satisfied?" she asked, calm as ever, her tone lightly teasing.
Jason's grip tightened, his mind racing. "You… can't. Can you?"
"I can't… what?" she asked, tilting her head slightly.
"You can't take my soul. Not you… not Azrael. You didn't claim it when he struck. You didn't even attempt it, trying to… convince me? HA! My soul isn't bound here. It doesn't belong to death."
Her dark eyes narrowed slightly. "And yet, you live. You fight. You defy the end."
"That's why God called me a Beyonder," Jason said, almost laughing at the absurdity. "I wasn't born in this universe. Death… has no claim over me here. None."
She exhaled, a quiet, almost amused sigh. "Well… I tried."
Her form shifted effortlessly, phasing through his hand, landing gracefully on the cracked surface below. She brushed off her clothes, the movement casual but precise.
"You have no tact," she said, voice laced with dry humor. "Attacking a young lady isn't exactly noble behavior, Jason Anderson."
Jason grinned, a spark of defiance still burning in his chest. "Well… what now?"
Death tilted her head, considering. "Now… I must decide. What to do with you?"
"Nothing. Just send me back… to my soul."
Death tilted her head, her dark eyes piercing, patient yet amused. "You are quite hotheaded… say I send you back, then what? Azrael will reap your soul again. You return here. I'll have to send an Avatar. You will refuse to die. And the cycle repeats."
Jason frowned. "How is it possible for the world to… have two reapers?"
She gave a faint shrug, almost casual, though the weight behind her presence was undeniable. "I am not a reaper, Jason. I am Death. Quite literally. He the one you call Azrael he is the Reaper. The one who threw a tantrum upon realizing I execute his duties more efficiently, more… gracefully. He exiled himself to Hell after that."
Jason's eyes narrowed. "So… you're superior to him?"
She let out a faint sigh. "Obviously. But that is not the point. And truthfully… I don't care. What I am concerned with is… why Lucifer would bring one like you into this."
She rubbed her temple briefly. "This headache… trying to find a solution… From what I can tell, only God or Lucifer can properly handle your soul."
Jason's gaze sharpened. "And you can't contact either of them?"
"Obviously... Asking God for help would be… improper. And Lucifer, well… you know." Her voice was calm, almost conversational, but it carried the weight of eternity.
Jason's lips curved slightly. "You said if you return me, I get reaped again. Yeah?"
"Yes…"
"What if I didn't? What if I… kill Azrael?"
Death's eyebrows lifted ever so slightly, the faintest trace of disbelief. "With how strong you are? Impossible."
Jason smirked. "Perhaps. But now, I have you."
She shook her head. "I cannot fight your battles."
"You don't need to. I am… special." His voice carried the same quiet confidence that had earned him so many victories. "I can use your energy… as a weapon."
"My energy?"
"Yes. The essence you wield when sending souls to their place. The very concept of Death. I can channel that… to end him. In your name, of course."
She studied him carefully, her gaze like a slow, consuming flame. "You want to act as one of my Avatars..An independent one at that… a mortal wielding the power of Death? That is… wrong. And unfair. How can I trust you won't abuse this power?" she then sighed and added "Besides...The goes against the cycle of death....people die when their time comes...If I grant you such a power...You'd break the cycle"
Jason's grin widened, a spark of mischief in his eyes. wasn't the cycle already broken the moment I appeared in this world? Lucifer violated rules that didn't even exist by bringing me here. God never objected. Essentially… I'm helping you determine when life ends."
Death's eyes narrowed, considering, her expression unreadable. "Hmph… that… could work."
Jason leaned slightly closer, voice calm but insistent. "Work with me. You know I've always aimed to do right. I've only ever tried to make the world better."
"I am not concerned with mortals," she replied softly. "I have claimed tens of multiverses, witnessed the end of countless worlds. Mortals killing each other… it does not move me."
Jason chuckled. "Then do it for fun."
"For fun?" she asked, the corner of her mouth lifting in a rare, faint smile.
"Yes. Lucifer did it for fun. Why shouldn't you? I am… an anomaly in this multiverse. Do you really want to see me end, or would you rather enjoy the show?"
Death's expression shifted slightly, a wry laugh escaping her. "Huh...You said I was convincing you to give up your life....It seems like the situation has changed...You're the one convincing me for your life now..."
Jason's grin remained. "I'm not trying to convince you. I'm surviving. When a man is on the edge, he will argue with God, shake hands with the Devil, and drag Death itself into a debate.....simply because we refuse to stop breathing."
Her laugh echoed softly through the void, gentle and eternal. "Indeed… you are a Beyonder. But you are… still human." She exhaled, a sigh both weary and amused. "Fine. I will allow it. Jason Anderson… be my Avatar."
Jason watched as her essence extended toward his chest, the world around him flipping, spinning, collapsing into something new. In an instant, he was pulled out of the void, out of her domain. Death remained behind, watching, her lips curved in that faint, inscrutable smile.
"What a special human…" she murmured to herself. "Interesting… very interesting."
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