Prologue: The sweetest way to Die.

I walked into the room, a cloying, sickeningly sweet scent filled the air. I quickly looked around, slightly startled by the familiar smell. A summoning, someone had decided to break the rules. Of course, I knew exactly who it was, seeing as I was the one who had accidently summoned him.

"Are we still going to be playing this little game Micah?" His cold, dark, affectionate voice resounded in the hall.

I whipped around, confused, where could he be hiding? Ice cold, bony hands gripped my shoulders, spinning me back towards a chair I'd noticed earlier, he stood there now, smiling.

My face drained of all visible color, leaving an even paler shade of white in it's wake. I once again examined his all-too-familiar features, a disturbingly sick parody of life. A skeletal replica of the man he'd once been two hundred thousand years ago.

What little skin he did have left was stretched thin over his face, yellow with age and jaundice. It barely covered his skull, and that alone would be enough to make anyone vomit. He laughed, a cold chilling sinister laugh, only it sounded more like an animal, a dead animal, choking.

"I'm getting older Micah." He walked towards me, a graceful elegant lope that didn't suit his decaying form. His smile morphed into a grin, "Soon, I will be nothing but a pile of ashes. I doubt you would want me following you like that."

Of course, I was reluctant to accept his words, it was hard to imagine something like him actually being dead. Then again, he had been once, before I'd ressurected him by accident. I glanced down towards my pale fragile hands, I only had minutes left before my abilities would kill me.

"I could care less." I spoke quietly, "I'm dying anyway, it won't matter when I'm dead." A thin smile stretched across my face, pulling the muscle and tugging at the skin. I winced from the pain it caused.

He rolled his eyes, their yellow surface appeared to be infected, the veins bulged, "You at least have a few more months. I only have a few more days at the most." He stopped in front of me, taking my hands into his, tracing shapes onto the near translucent surface.

50 more seconds. I snatched them away, disgusted, "Don't touch me." I snapped irritably. His mouth twitched.

"You know all to well what will happen when I die. Do you want to lose your only family Micah?" He asked, just as irritably. He was bound, like I was to his, to my emotions. He knew exactly what I was feeling.

I wasn't listening anymore, 10 seconds. I grinned as wide as my face would possibly allow. My sight vanished, obviously my mind determined I wouldn't need it anymore. A peace of sorts, darkness, overtook my senses.

"See you in hell Miguel. Though I truly hope I won't encounter you there, I believe the devil probably has other plans."

I felt blissful, for this could be only one thing. The sweetest and most preferable way to die, knowing death was coming, and not giving a damn.

The shackles binding my soul to my body shattered, leaving only an empty shell behind. I smiled.