Wretched & Divine

Mara/Death's POV:
Walking into one of the holding rooms, a single chair sat in the centre. A tall individual stood with their back to me. Their hands were cuffed yet they seemed relaxed. I looked at the mirror behind me, watching as my face began to heal. My skin repairing and and my left iris becoming cloudless. Pulling my hood down before unwrapping my long dark robe. Exposing only a tight v neck crop top and some skinny black jeans. I wanted to seem as small and unthreatening as possible. Concentrating on the mirror ,I felt pent up, extending a hand and letting the mirrors surface crave in beneath my palm.

The figure spun around at the noise. Grasping a large piece of glass from the now cracked mirror. I faced him. I saw a look of amusement residing within the hunters coffee eyes. I fully took in his appearance. His jaw looked as though it could cut steel. His brown hair holding a slightly wavy quality.

"Are you done staring? Daemon."

"Don't talk to me as though I'm a lowly daemon, Hunter. Who are you and what were you doing snooping around one of our bases?"

"Why should I tell you anything?" He sat back down peacefully glancing freely down my body. His whole attitude was starting to piss me off actually.

"If I were you Diesel, I wouldn't be so confident. I can see just how many days you've got left, and trust me your running out of time." His mannerisms didn't change however I did see slight fear peaking in his eyes. I could in fact see he only had twenty days left to live, the digits floating just above his head. Placing my hand on his knee I continued. "I'm prepared to let you live for beyond the years in which you've been graced. If you never slay another daemon or reaper. I'd be prepared to offer you a deal."

"Your the Angel of Death" Diesel spoke without fear. His strong resolve remaining.

Chuckling while I answered "What gave me away? Look Diesel, if I let you simply walk it will cause an uprising. Which may or may not lead to my demise. An we can't have that, can we? As it stands are fates are somewhat intertwined. I do not wish to kill you, it's not in my nature to shorten the lives of people who do not piss me off. So we must make a deal." Placing a smirk on my face I walked over to my robe plucking two scrolls from it. My death list and a plain parchment scroll. Plucking a quill from my back pocket, I sunk it into Diesels flesh before lowering it only to parchment. Listening to his continual hisses of pain as I wrote.

'The contract is a binding agreement between Diesel Denton and Mara Costello (angel of death). Mara will offer Diesel protection of various other creatures of power for the promise that Diesel will not slay/killer/murder/injure another reaper, fallen, warlock, witch or daemon here after. He must also agree to accept random drop ins from the angel of death and hand his soul over to whoever is in office at the time of his demise. Should the above terms not be met by Diesel Denton, his soul will be swallowed early and will remain in the possession of the Grim Reaper/angel of death until the end of his/her days. Should the terms not be met by Mara Costello, she shall be stripped of her status and handed back down to the rings of hell. Once signed this contract is binding, can only be broken through breach in terms. '

Mara Costello

Passing the contact to Diesel . He flatly refused to sign. Placing my forehead to his he let out a strangled yell, falling back ways on his chair, smacking his skull on the concrete floor.

"That's only the beginning of pain I can cause you. I'm not playing about. Stay here and rot if you wish, I offered you a way out. But so be it." I spoke before walking out the door. Placing my palm against the metal, it burst into flames. Sighing I made my way to my throne carved from the bones of the other fallen, those who've wronged me. My mobile started ringing, I rolled my eyes while checking the caller ID.

"Hello Father, what prompted you to call? Seth offering gossip about my activities again?"

"Daughter how come you haven't damned that hunter to hell? Are you going soft, do you need Seth to take over?" His tone made him seem like he give a shit but truly honestly he didn't.

"No I'm biding my time. He could be useful to us. I will break him father. I need information he can provide, and I want his soul."

"Your aware of his limited life, you only have that amount of time in which to work. I will not extend his life."

"I understand."

"Come and visit me when you've got the time. Your my only daughter and my second favourite child after all."

"I shall, maybe I'll treat myself to attending a welcome banquet while I'm there as well as some hell style training."

"Very well, goodbye Mara"

"Goodbye, Father" I sighed hanging up my phone and handing it to Tom who'd been cowering next to my throne for the entire call.