one shots

Death Wish

The heavy sound of dragging bounced eerily against the hollowness of the warehouse.
This was the eighth kill of the month, two each week.
His adamantly dirty hand wiped the trickle of sweat along the side of his forehead. It was the type of dirty whatever kind of water would not be able to cleanse for each fingertip, each cell in his hands were wrapped in the perpetual ugly mark of murder.

"Any minute now.." His hands shook feverishly in euphoric excitement.

For a second, the lights had flickered and for another second, everything was replaced with a darkness of sort, as one would describe a room of vantablack. But it wasn't because the lights had gone off completely, it was because he had made his entrance.

"Oh god, not you again.."

That sweet voice. Any soul would eagerly discard itself from its vessel just to get near the source of such melody.

"Do you usually greet serial killers like that?" Daehyun tried to play it cool despite internally melting under the watch of those beautifully crafted almond eyes. Sharp as they were, they seemed softer than the loveliest of fluff toys one could ever imagine.

"No. You're the only slayer capable of seeing me in a long run. And most of the ones that did see me, always pissed away in fear whenever I'm around."

Daehyun felt most honored (and relieved) he was the first one to actually hold his hand up for him.

"So-"

"Hold that thought."

Suddenly, a translucent image came right out the corpse he had previously dragged around.

"W-Where am I? W-Who are you?"

A soul. It always gets Daehyun how curious they'd be every time they left their body.
This one in particular was already an asker to begin with.
With constant "Why are you doing this?"s and "Can you please spare me?"s every time he attempted to blow a strike.
Well, a human being was always curious, and Daehyun guessed that's what made them human. It just irks him how they'd bring their curiosity along even after the intercision of their physical and spiritual aspects.

"I'm Youngjae, but among you, I am referred to as Death."

The soul shook wearily and lifted a finger up itself.

"I-I'm dead?"

"Well, yeah. And you've got no time to spare. You've no business here anymore."

The soul had surprisingly payed no heed to Daehyun and proceeded to blurt out even more questions.

"Where will I go from here on? Will I go to heaven or hell, the underworld? Are they even real?"

"Those questions aren't for me to answer. What I ask simply, is for you to touch my cloak and sooner or later you will find satisfaction in place of your curiosity."

After doing as told, the once life sized image of translucency became but a hovering ball of light on Youngjae's palm. This was the time the term 'soul' would fit them best as those prior actually were more of ghosts than actual souls.
Ghosts were the ones Death had forgotten to touch and they'd roam around the realm of the living, wandering about in full-on curiosity. Some create mischief and some merely mope in confusion until Death would eventually show up and fetch them.

One clench of his fist, and poof. The soul was nowhere in sight.

"Now, back to you. What's with all these killings, dude? You're making my job way harder than it's layed out. Do you have any idea how tiring it is to teleport from one place to another and how I've been here, THE EXACT SAME PLACE, EIGHT TIMES IN A SPAN OF ONLY ONE MONTH?!"