March 16, 1813 — Dealing with the Living had always been what the he had done mostly during the centuries he had lived. Probably forever. He was El Charro Negro after all.

Though, the only thing he wanted to do, is to spend time this his beloved wife after a whole entire night of making deals with the Living and take souls. And finally, he had returned to his Hacienda.

"Really, mi amor.." He sighed, a smirk appearing on his face as he appeared behind you placed his hands on your waist. "You have no idea how cold and vile the underworld has become." He chuckles as he placed his chin on your shoulder. He truly missed you.