"We have to act on it soon before it's too late!" Achilles shouted, "I'm tired of waiting!" "But you must think! The prophecy-" "Damn the prophecy Patroclus! We have to act now or else we will all be dead!" "Achilles. I can't lose you too." His voice trembled as he spoke. "I need you" Achilles slipped over his tunic and sighed, looking away for a moment. "I have a meeting. We can discuss this after. I'll see you later, okay?" He said before kissing Patroclus' forehead and leaving the tent. He just sat there as he watched the boy leave. He clenched his fists and wiped his eyes. Achilles had always been too stubborn for his own good and rarely changed his mind once it was set. It made Patroclus mad but, at the same time, it was one of the things he loved most about him.

It was a rather warm day out, nicer than the past few. Patroclus made his way down to the creek in the woods and found a nice patch of shade underneath a tree, resting for a moment. "Hey," A familiar voice said. He turned around to see Briseis and nodded at her. "May I?" She asked, gesturing to the spot next to him. "Of course," And with that she sat down with him, facing the creek. "What happened?" She asked in a knowing tone. "What makes you think something has happened?" "I know you Patroclus. I know you only come down here when you need space to think." He chuckled at that, picking up a stone and throwing it. "I guess I do that a lot huh." He offered her a stone to throw. She gladly took it and chucked it into the creek. A few moments of silence passed between the two. It was comfortable nonetheless, the soft rustle of the trees and the water from the creek creating a comfortable atmosphere. "It's Achilles. He's seriously just thinking about barging in." "And you don't think this is a smart choice?" She asked. "It could risk us all death! I mean we could all die. He could die. I can't lose someone like him. I love him Briseis," She looked at him, her eyes soft and tender with understanding. She walked closer to him and kneeled, putting a hand on his shoulder. "Patroclus you and I both know Achilles would put you before anyone, even himself. It would probably be the same if you were in his shoes. He will only want whatever is best for you." "What if he dies? What if I die?" "He will give you death, and you will still love him for it," Patroclus stopped. He knew she was right. "Talk to him," She said. "He may not listen to others but I know he will always listen to you." He nodded and looked at her. "Thank you." She smiled back, squeezing his shoulder slightly. "Now go. Lover boy's waiting for you," He smiled and hugged her before running out of the forest.

He will give you death and you will love him for it He will end your suffering in ways you never would have imagined He will walk you across the bridge between life and death And you will thank him. You do not fear death. You welcome it with open arms and tears rolling down your cheeks The grim reaper will give you death and you will love him for it

You will shake his hand You will sign away your life You will shake hands with death You will thank him for it

No matter how much you may fear death You will thank him for ending your suffering

He will give you death and you will LOVE him for it

I’m often told that death is just another part of life. Another fragment, another puzzle piece, another brick in the wall. “You can’t escape it!” they yell. “You can’t hide from death!” they shriek.

I rest in the graveyard, gazing at her tombstone, those hateful, disgusting words carved in a rock slab, meant to label and describe her forever. The people yell and claw at the gate behind me, spitting poisonous words and eroding insults. “Murderer! Monster! Manipulator!” really? Maniac. Morbid. Morose. really? Killer. Killer. Killer. KILLER KILLER KILLER KILLER KILLER KILLER! REALLY?!

here lies a murderer her hands stained with blood and bad decisions we hope she rots in hell

How could you wish such a thing on a person? A person who was a sister, a wife, a mother? How could you bury her against her wishes, and then not even use her name on the label?

I understand why, now. Those things behind the gates of the cemetery, their contorting faces yelling vile sentiments, and I understand why. I want to kill them all.

But if I do, I will doom myself to the misery that she is in. I wonder, what will they put on my tombstone?

here lies a killer and from the start we all knew that the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree

the stars are falling or am i falling spinning swirling swimming the blood pooling on my mother’s grave and i want to tell her i want to tell her! i stuck by her when everyone hated hated hated hated hated hated i sat on her grave until a man came through the gate and put a knife through my heart

isn’t that what she is condemned for? he will be a hero for killing a demon and i will be the demon for killing a hero just like she was

he gave me death full of spite and vengeance but i love him for it because now i will join my mother even if we rot in hell together

(This doesn’t follow the prompt)

I’ll tell you the secrets of the universe As long as you promise to listen I’ll tell you the stories of your ancestors Or of mine Or of those neither of us are related to Just as long as you promise to listen

The same stars you ask me about Have our names written together Just promise you’ll listen When I tell you the truth

I know you’ll listen You love to listen

I fell to my knees before him. Never, in all my years wearing the demonic crown, did I imagine that he—the archangel of the pearly gates—would place his sharp sword against my carotid. One pulse, one deliberate movement, and my existence would end. After all these years of battle—king against prince, dark against light—we both knew it would end this way. One way or another.

There was no escape, no reprieve from this final act. His eyes pierced deeper than his blade, and in that moment, I understood. His light had blinded me, had clouded my better judgment. The prince had always held the power, and I had refused to see it.

Now, his gaze declared the end of our charade. As I looked into those eyes, a voice spoke, quiet yet unyielding: 'He will give you death, and you will love him for it.

Death is infinite, but life? Life is much harder. Finite to be exact. We all know we will die, but no one knows the exact date or time. In fact, there are a thousand reasons why we involve people in it- for the connection. But we, you and I, are more than these connections. We are assassins. Yes, we met on the job and crossed paths but you’re the only one who can do it. Who can end my life.

So, nothing is more precious than that, than you. My be all end all. My harbinger of death. I never thought you’d be the one to give me such sweet release, but those who witness my death will think less of you. A murderer. No longer a man. A monster.

And while your hands wrap around my waist, you pull me in closer. Not looking anywhere else but staring deep into my eyes so that it seems like it really is just us in the world. Perhaps if we had met sooner, I could have loved you longer and life would’ve been infinite for us. You will yourself to not press the trigger, but you can’t do it so I place my index finger on top of yours as I whisper in your ear, “Let me go.”I inhale the last bit of oxygen that I will ever take and exhale.

From your lips I hear you painfully recite the oath we knew from the moment we were trained as assassins, “He will give you death, and you will love him for it.” Wet tears flowed from your face like they had when we were little kids and I bandaged you up when you skinned your knee. Except this time it was different. This time the damage would be permanent.

My knee wasn’t hurt, but my soul was. I was burdened by constantly taking lives. My mind quickly flashed back to the assassin academy when we all first recited the oath, feeling giddy wondering who the next wealthiest person was on our list. But now, I felt liberated knowing that it was he who would be my assassin instead. I closed my eyes and repeated after him, “He will give you death, and you will love him for it.”

He will win your heart, fulfill your every wish with flowers and kisses.

He will look into your eyes, let yourself bare your soul and jokingly call you his missus.

He will hold your hand, twirl you around and smile as your skirt flows.

He will let the months fly by, gift you with his time no matter what his personal life throws.

He will be watchful, powerful like a storm.

He will never let the two of you be torn.

He will know of anyone who dares look at you.

He will remember every birthday, anniversary, and holiday, while remembering everything you’ve done wrong too.

He will strike you, discard you, and you will continue to stay.

He will govern your every waking moment, and you will refuse to run away.

He will take you to parties, while the world dismissed that your eye is black and your lip is split.

He will give you death, and you will love him for it.

You were cursed with immortality when you were young. A foolish you offended a goddess and tricked her priests. There she cursed you into a life of immortality. You were named Tonto, "Fool", your original name long forgotten. You lashed out at first, causing chaos and destruction along your way, pride growing with you. Your name grew through centuries and your current name are given at this time was Akuma. Evil. You always give what they want. Overtime, you became more like a bad omen. You came into the same bar, drinking the same drink, and drowning in misery. A man sat at a chair near you. Not uncommon from a sleezy man, but this one peaked your interest. he looked like some sort of deity, you being able to recognize the new deities at a distance. "Young god, why are you in a place such like this? Are you here to find joy in my sorrows?" The Deity laughed, "No dear Tonto, I am here to make a proposition. "And for you to know me by an older name? What is it that you truly want?" The god smiled, "You were known as the foolish bringer of Chaos and Evil. Do you think the goddess who cursed you seemed rather strict? The other gods and goddess sees her as a tyrant and she'll be placed in trial questioning her godly status." You stare at your drink, "Such a shame." "They are reviewing her impact on this earth and that's where you come in. You were once human, turned into a bad omen for this world. Let me represent you and I'll give you what you truly want: an honorable death." It takes you a few minutes before laughing, "You?! Represent me?! Is this going to take place in court?!" "Well, yes. Please reconsider my offer. How many years do you have to live being fear and pitiful?" "What's in it for you, young god?" "I get a higher status and eventually rule the gods. Would you take the chance?"

I underperform.

If you’d like to do the same, let this note be my invitation to you. Enjoy the comforts grown in the absence of efficacy.

To the warmongerers among you - taste my favorite weapon: “I can’t.”

There were men before me - fathers, leaders, and liars alike - who strived beyond; each would be ruled gray, dead, or inane by a modern jury. I welcome judgement only from the moralities of daily nappers.

It takes a Sisyphean will to ignore the world; I say “roll me a rock.” If there was once care within me, I laud the sea foam for scrubbing me clean.

Cry your tunes and sway your ways - the administration will have you with or without a tongue.

Last week’s rebellion stands before us now, still stuck in their thirst.

They sought answers and found some, as designed. For their violent inquires, they will board a shuttle to the Department of Internal Interrogation. Within the facility, our momentary revolutionaries will nourish only dread and feed the hearts of dire men.

In a week’s time, maybe a day more, the Department will give them an end. At these ends will lie shaking grins and open eyes. They learned so that we didn’t have to.

Sit. Relax. Take this pen. I’d like you to underperform too.

Love you to death For the rest And the best Of days Your way Will sway The entire world Did you hear The fears Of those who believe That they will not be loved By anyone above Or below To the end Of days