Present - Unknown

30th of October
Near Midnight

The faint melody of music gently simmer through the small workshop studio down in the Southward of London. Once in a while a light hammer sound could be heard along with rustle of sand paper. The scent of fine pine wood lingered among the air.

A glass of red wine was placed upon the wood bench while a roll of french bread along with a dipping of vinegar and olive oil was placed upon a dirty apron. Little attention was given to food as a person hunched over the work bench sanding down a delicate wood carving with high relief of the wings of angels coming out while a low relief of the face of the angels.

Tick Toke.

The clock hung down upon the wall gently struck to midnight, it chime as if it was an old barrel howling gently in far distance. It only made the person looked up briefly to stretch those stiff knots off the slender body. She wondered if her mind had been tricking her as she felt the light unease in the air.

Knock Knock.

The woman turned her head letting her bundle up hair slowly slipped back down onto her shoulder as the pencil holding up the bundle rolled onto the ground. She dedicated feature frowned into a tight knit as she considered who would be at her door step at such hours. The list was quite narrowed, though not impossible for late night visitors.

The door swung open itself as strong gush of wind blow right into her face, making every paper in her workshop rustle before settling down again. She closed her eyes turning her face away shielding herself , only when the wind stop did she turned her head back wondering what did just happen. She didn't need to wait for the answer. She felt a pair of bony fingers clamped onto her chin as she was forced to turn her head back to face the intruder.

"My... my. My dear old friend. You didn't recognize this old friend?"

Her eyes gazed right at the speaker, not a tint of fear was reflected upon her dark brown orbs, only light irritation was lingering deep. There was a flicker of moment of confusion toward realization than back to confusion upon those dark brown orbs.

"Had your memory been corrupted to such degree of not greeting me?"

The male spoke again as he bit each word hard as it trying to etch into the woman's mind. This time the woman raised her hand up and slapped right across the male's pale face. A bright red mark was left behind visibly. It only made the male lingered an odd sanctification smirk upon his thin bloodless lips.

"That is more like it."

The woman rolled her eyes as she leaned back onto the work bench, her arms crossed in front of her as she dully looked at the male.

"Death, to what pleasure I owe you?"

The pale slender male tilted his head in a terrifying angle as if the neck was about to break. An odd wired smile spread across showing those oddly whiten teeth under it.

"You got 24 hour to live, what would you do?"

The woman took a step forward this time and gazed right into Death's eyes as she snorted lightly as she traced along Death's jaw line. Inch by inch she traced while her lips faintly quivered, just a bit. She was amused. Dearly amused by such statement. Death was giving her a threat. A threat he knew well that she would returned to him equally.

"I will destroy the world..."

Death suddenly snapped back his neck in the right angel as he laughed in his rightful hollow laugh.

"Figured. After all, you are time. Infinity."

The woman only smiled sweetly in such reply as she reach up and kisses Death onto the cheek as she mumbled those words.

"That is right. I am time, you are death. We are only a flip side of the coin."

Death smiled once more as he slowly faded into nothing, knowing well this conversation had once again become something in the past. Death can only kill time by natural method, he couldn't take Time's soul without a good reason....