I Would Know Him In Death Novels & Stories

The whole scene was giving me a sense of Deja Vu but I completely dismissed it as I tried to calm my nerves. Asmodeus’s presence allowed me to calm down a bit and yes I know him and I are not on the greatest of terms but they is a saying that goes a devil I know is better than the devil I don’t know and in this case I know Asmodeus not the new devil going by the name Odeus. “I…I died , Asmodeus I died…how I’m I even alive ? Are you dead? Are we dead ? Are we in hell? Is he…is he the devil?”

He can 'break' me if he wants to. "I know everything." That's a lie. I know them not. I know nothing at all. "You will have to face them all." That might mean dying a thousand times. I was surprisingly no longer scared. It's death or death, that's all my life in this damn territory has been all about. I might be dead already. It might be my ghost talking now. I smell death every where and it's suddenly become a mere thing to me. " Or we could negotiate" ***

I tried to think of anyone that I have met that would want me dead, apart from Allister who is already dead now, I can't think of any reason why someone would want me dead. Nothing makes sense, it is obvious that this is not some random act to violence. How did they even know to find me here. The sound of the footsteps stopped, he is standing directly in front of the crates now, he turned his head slightly and his eyes meet mine even in the dim dark. It happened like a movie, time slowed to a crawl and I could see the exact moment that he recognised me. His eyes seemed to smile in wicked glee and them it hardened and he started to raise his gin.

The blood had nearly stopped flowing. The position of his right hand was strange; his fingers curled as if trying to grasp something. I crouched down. In his open left hand, written crookedly in blood, was a single word: "Run". 02:14. One minute left. 02:15 came. Nothing happened. I was still alive. "Substitute death successful. Eric Dawson was killed at 2:14 in Parking Lot C. Remaining loop time: 48 hours. "Go to Parking Lot C. There’s something for you."

… When I regained awareness, I was already back by Enzo's side. I was floating in mid-air, invisible to everyone. This was different from when I fell into the lake—this time, I was truly dead. At that point, it had been two days since he'd left me at the hunting grounds. Even if I didn't want to do it, I still followed Enzo against my will. What was the meaning of this? I lived as his follower in life, and now I had to continue even after death? I didn't understand what was going on, so I could only observe what Enzo was doing.

"Do I?" "Someone I never actually met. But someone I've been thinking about for a very long time." My heart hammered against my ribs. "Someone who thought she was very clever. Someone who thought she could outsmart me." He stopped directly in front of me, close enough that I could smell his cologne, close enough to see the cruel intelligence in his eyes. "Someone who died," he whispered. I met his gaze steadily. "I'm sorry for your loss," I said. Kane smiled, cold and knowing and absolutely terrifying. "Oh, I'm not sorry at all," he said. "Because the dead have a way of coming back when you least expect them."

After catching my supposedly frigid wife, Emmy Winslow, aroused by our household robot butler, I swallowed my disgust and sent the machine to a destruction facility. I never expected that decision to cost her life. On the way to chase after the robot, Emmy was involved in a horrific car accident and died at the scene. From that day on, I became notorious in our social circle as the jealous husband who drove his wife to her death. Five years passed. Night after night, I tortured myself by wondering if she would still be alive had I not been so petty over a machine. Until today, while discussing business at a private club, I passed a half-open VIP suite and heard one of Emmy's closest frie

“Akua I need your help…please” “So rude of you to just barge in my chambers and start blasting”. “I’m so sorry, it’s an emergency “. “What do you want child?”. “I need some sort of remedy or p..poi..poison “. “For what ?“. “I found a way to end this for good , I know you said there is nothing I can do but with clear thoughts I concluded that his death will set me free , I said till death do us part hence if one of us dies then it will be over “.

So she could get into character more quickly. He played me like a puppet, watching me beg for life, struggle in pain—all to provide material for the woman he really loved. Travis, you're truly disgusting. Aren't you eager to see what I'll do when you die? How could I possibly live without you? Not dying for you would dishonor your two years of "devotion" to me. Well, if Travis can fake his death, so can I. I cherish my life deeply because it was once something I could only hope for but never reach.

“Take a steamy hot shower to relax you while I’m gone. I won’t be gone too long.” Nodding my head, I kiss him. I watch Zane disappear as shadows wrap around him. I’m not sure if he really finds Death’s realm creepy or if he was just saying that, so I wouldn't want to go. I have to be honest. I don’t want to see where Death lives. I don’t think I will like it and I’m not for it. I’m happy to stay behind and take a hot shower. Zane can deal with Death. I have a feeling Zane is one of the few who can face Death head-on without fear. Just another reason he is different. I wonder why. I know he said he would tell me, but it’s killing me to know.