Her eyes glinted like rubies as the corner of her blood-red lips curled into a wicked smile. “Death, a man?” She scoffed. The wind whipped her wispy white hair about her delicate shoulders.
“No, no.” She shook her head slowly, her eyes never leaving me. “Do you really think a man would be chosen as the Reaper of Death?”
Her pale fingers tightened around the staff of her scythe, the curving blade longer than she was tall. The muscles in her bicep clenched as she shifted the weapon closer to her. “Just wait. Your time will come and when it does, I’ll be the one standing over your lifeless body.”
Inspired by artist Sangrde’s ‘Seira J. Loyard‘ from Deviantart.