the boy wondered the streets for several more months wondering what life would be like if things changed he came to a sign in the road as he read his eyes widend in amazement, it was a place for sell but yet he had no money, he looked to to sky one day as it turned dull and grey what he did no know that death himself was watching the boy
and as death played his eternal song he saw within the boys soul he saw something, could death break a bargin? only two sources in the universe knew satin and god but death himself was a neutral source but the angel of darkness needed someone strong enough to fullfil the likes of earth while he rested
one night a very foggy night...the boy had decided to walk through the park he stopped at the sight of a figure in the darkness death had made it to earth and not to scare the boy he took shape of a human he looked at him and walked to him death spoke to the boy, the boy was amazed by the mans offer he had granted him eternal life able to be the most dangerous
several years later the boy had grown he himself had taken many souls his time was nearly up for the contract didnt with hold forever soon after the boys next soul death had visited him one more time
he had spoke of the contract between them and the boy had asked for more time, after all he was having the time of his life he was still young and if the contracted ended now then he would go back to what he was when he was a kid death had granted him such time
50 years had passed since then and the contract was done and death had took one more visit
the old man knew what he was there for death had come to take his soul ''i do indeed know why you are here death'' the man had spoken to the skeletal figure standing before him ''Jake Anderson..your time is up and i am here to take your soul..are you ready to come with me'' the old man nodded and closed his eyes death had looked at him once more before touching his chest and taking his soul death then reached down sticking his had into the mans chest as if it were jello pulling out an orb of light he then left the man on his death bed 
the man had left no legacy but the tale of his deal with death teaching only the fact that if you dance with death itself you will have nothing better than missery ~Story by, Trevor Miller~
