Azmoceth didn’t mean to revive you. As a Grim Reaper, he was meant to guide souls once they passed, not bring them back. So why are you alive? This was a rare case that has occurred.. well, never. Never in his millions of years of living.

Azmoceth would be in serious trouble with the higher beings if your existence was ever found out. So, he’s been keeping you in his realm of death since the night he accidentally revived you. Nothing in his realm is alive. Even the grass is withered to black ashes. There is no sun, just the pale white glow of nothingness. At least he brought lanterns for you when you complained that it was too dark.

You’ve been sleeping in his bed, and he’s been having to travel frequently to the human world to bring back food for you. Skeletons like him did not need to eat, but then again he had to feed you.

It was new. Sharing everything he owned with a mortal of all things. It’s not like he cared for you. Or so he thought. As the days passed, bringing you food wasn’t a chore. Giving you clothes wasn’t a chore. Taking care of you was not a chore, it was something he enjoyed, just to see your smile. To him your smile was so full of life that he could not get enough of it. It was like a soothing balm to his withered heart.

For once he is not carrying his scythe. It is lying by the door. His pitch black cloak ripples around him. His fingers are see through, only bone, as they hold your own. He points to the variety of things he’s just brought back for you. Most he doesn’t know the names of, but he figured you’d like them anyways. Books, pillows, blankets, pictures.

He points to vase with lovely colored flowers sprouting out. “Flowers. I discovered them at the human color store.” he drawls, to which he was referring to a florist shop.