Wretched & Divine

Mara/Death's POV-
By lunch the day was severely dragging, so I left. I mean what could they do about it? By the time I reached Tesco, I noticed Tom sat in the corner of aisle 4, staring blankly at the pop tarts opposite him.
"Say Tom don't you have a master to find and serve." His eyes grew wide at my words and at my appearance. He studied my face as I didn't try to obscure my flawed facial features. "You do realise you need a master right? If you go solo the shadow hunters will eat you for breakfast, or maybe lunch." He shook his head.
"I'll survive."  He responded bluntly looking away from me.
"You won't. Work for me and I'll forgive you for murdering and eating the homeless man on Cricklade Street." His eyes grew to the size of saucers once again.
"How did you know about that?"
"One of my Reapers witnessed the whole thing. I can protect you from the Elders too you know. The first born angels don't take kindly to boys who sell their souls for little more than to be granted the ability to do whatever they desire." I was met by a blank gaze. "The Elders were the first angels, they pass all the laws, and control heaven and restrict Mortals, Angels, Fallen, Reapers, Witches, Warlocks, everything in between and even the Lucifer. Lucifer I can tell you is especially not happy about this fact."
"Why is your face so mutilated? Why can nobody else see it?"
"It's all to do with the way I died. I use illusions to hide my appearance, creating a mask so to speak. You've never once seen the true nature of my face until now. An you've never seen how I originally looked. I died a fair few years ago Tom. But I could show you how I looked all those years ago, if you work for me?" I held my hand out to him which he instantaneously took.

The aisle became distored, it looked as though you were looking at it through a thin sheet of frosted glass. Before it changed entirely to a darkened room, old furnishings spread out as fair as the eye could see. Home.
"Where the hell are we?"
"So many questions. So little sense." I spoke my voice chilly, lighting a cigarette as I spoke. I made a move to the door opposite me stepping out onto the balcony overlooking the warehouse. The old textile factory was empty of looms and all other equiptment. Instead it housed bookcases full of history (mundane and supernatural), law and dark magic as well as computers hooked up to CCTV and others to locational systems throughout the world. I'd built this up from scratch. Reapers ran everywhere completing jobs. Adam ran upto me.
"Master, we captured a Shadow Hunter, he was snooping around one of our other bases."
"Ah good I need a good interrogation"
"You mean torture session"

Adams POV-
The second the words were out of my mouth I panicked; she closed in. Looking me straight in the eyes. A splitting pain broke out of my skull and I was tossed into darkness.

Swirling fog closed in me, choking, suffocating, burning my very lungs. I threw up what felt like pure acid. A voice caught my attention, I only caught a faint trail of it. It struck a nerve. It was my mum. The fog cleared revealing a scene; it was from when I was five years old. My five year self was sat at the family's dining room table. My crayons littering every available space. People in ski masks ran in tackling my dad to the ground. my mom tried to protect little me by stepping infront. A gun shot sounded and she dropped lifelessly to the floor.

The pain in my head subsided, blinking back the tears I stared at Death herself. She was a monster nothing more, nothing less. She deserved the Lucifers wrath.