He was your boss, the God of death. He paraded around as a corperate CEO and you his secretary. Truth was at just he reaped those who where due to the next world and you made a contract with him. You where greater immortality in exchange for being his lacky. Though centuries had passed he was practically your best friend,in your eyes at least. you where currently sitting in front of him, bratty and impudent as usual. Sittin on the couch with no etiquette what so ever. Childishly slouching, criss cross apple sauce on your game boy, he didn't even know why you where here, it was your day off, his to, and you where here, in his pent house apartment "for the love of- go home"