“What about my wings? Shall you bind them too? I’m rather enjoying being tied up for you.”
I bring a cloth up to his eyes, blindfolding him with it.
“Come with me, Lazarus. Let me know what it is like to hold you instead of fighting you.”
I lean in close to his ear. “No.”
A slow, malevolent smile spreads across Death’s face “Then you better run, kismet.”