To the vast majority, the concept and understanding of death was not very welcoming. To them, death was the end of life, the power to destroy life and the end and destruction of all hope and happiness. To those who had given up on life, it was like the first rain of the year; A kind shower that ended the heat and suffering of their miserable life. But to the Quinn Family, death was none of these. Their understanding of death was a whole new definition, and wasn't something that the ordinary man would easily come to terms with. To them death meant transcending to a whole new world, they didn't fear death like the rest did, rather they accepted it and sometimes called onto the Angel of death to heed to them. To the Quinn Family, transcending to a higher being was the purpose of living and this had driven the family into different acts that the society strictly abhorred. Everything concerning the Quinn's was termed evil to the extent that they word evil had been replaced by Quinn in the

"Finally" Marcelo muttered to himself under a sigh of relief. This was his last appointment for the day and hopefully it would remain that way. He needed to rest so he could stay awake at night and work on something later at night. He had dropped Sebastian off where he worked as a part time receptionist before returning home. The boy's closing time was still three hours away, which meant he had three hours to rest before any disturbance. Once again, he returned to his room and took off his shirt and shoes. There was no time to waste on his pants, so he collapsed on the bed without taking care of those. He felt at peace for the moment, everything concerning him revolved around work and he barely got any time for himself. This was one of the few times he was actually free to do something, and he going to fully utilize this time. He had taken too much caffeine to stay awake at night, and more of those might damage his health. He finally closed his eyes and welcomed sleep. There was n

"Where are you?" were the first words he heard the instant he answered the phone. His master's voice was colder than ever and he could almost feel the man's intense gaze upon him even though he wasn't present. He had no idea what the place he was at was called, but he still managed to give a proper description of the things he could manage to see. And from the replies he got, he was sure his master was familiar with the place. He felt relieved a little, but at the same time disappointed in himself. He had finally managed to get Marcelo worried, but he was kinda happy he did. His master rarely showed any emotions and sometimes it worried him. But this showed that the man still had a human heart in him, this showed that he still cared and it kinda warmed his heart. He stirred his thoughts away from his master and tried to focus on himself for the time being. For some weird reason, this Michael was still following him. And even though it felt odd, he couldn't deny the fact that having

'Grim reaper? As in death?' Sebastian questioned himself mentally. What exactly was his master getting at. He wasn't planning on using Michael as a lab rat, was he? 'No, he couldn't. He wouldn't dare' He tried to convince himself. He knew this man was capable of things he wasn't yet aware of, but gambling on someone's life in a game he couldn't possibly win was just sheer ruthlessness. It was unthinkable."I don't understand Marcelo. You want to capture death?" Sebastian asked just for clarification. The sentence still sounded strange to him, and he would need to hear it one more time for it to really sink in. "You heard me Sebastian. I won't repeat myself" Marcelo replied with a flat tone. "You said the curse was supposed to last for three days right?" Marcelo inquired despite knowing the answers already. "Yes" Sebastian confirmed while nodding at the same time. "Which means that by midnight he would die" Marcelo deciphered. He had to make preparations if he really wanted this t

Sebastian couldn't bring himself to sleep at all. His mind kept wandering and it taunted him. He was scared, and at the same time trying to convince himself to trust in his master. He had never for once in his life seen his master fail to exorcise any spirit or demon, both higher and lesser one. There was no one who rivaled him when it came to exorcism. But yet his confidence and trust in the man this time around was zero no matter how hard he tried. This was death they were talking about. It wasn't any ordinary Demon or spirit, death was something way beyond human scope, and trying to capture sounded like something a five year old would suggest. He turned to his clock and watched the time as it slowly changed minute after minute. Midnight was just a stroke away, and once it struck two things would happen; Michael would die or Marcelo would capture death. Even though it sounded like a fairytale, he assumed it was possible since it was Marcelo who was attempting it. If it was any othe