Chapter 56

Death wasn't a person so much as a feeling. He was the gatekeeper of the wandering souls, the steward for the passing, and the man at the crossroads of life and death. 

He didn't feel or think - everything about the spirit was instinctual. He was one of the only laws known to the world. One of the only rules that every human stood by was Death, and that one day he would come to take them all on a similar journey to the After. 

Death stood at the side of the road and under the downpour as harsh droplets of rain fell on his dark umbrella and ricocheted to the puddles below. He was a faded shadow under the sour yellow street light that flickers on and off in the dead of night. 

With one hand on the base of his umbrella, he used the other to d