My Heart From Hell
Deathscythe

The tall pale man walked quietly and slowly. He looked around, all sorts of people were there. A happy and happy expression is almost always seen on everyone's face, because the mall is a place where people have fun.

But he looked back, saw a woman who had been passed by him, still sitting in the same place. Only that person looked sad in this place.

He saw it he was curious, what are the things that have been passed by the woman who still looks young and beautiful. However, he had more important tasks that he had to do right then and there.

Within a few steps, he arrived in front of a restaurant. The seafood restaurant is quite famous there, very popular because the raw materials are always fresh. The atmosphere in the restaurant is very good, with bright lights, spacious rooms and modern interior design made of comfortable wood, making people feel at home for a long time there.

The man went through the nameplate of the restaurant. There was a young woman who became a waitress, welcoming guests while showing what menus are served with a friendly smile.

"Surely the woman looked sweet if she smiled like that" thought the man.

He went further, looking crowded atmosphere with many happy families at every dining table, some busy eating, some celebrating the anniversary.

At a large table in the corner of the room, there were ten seats filled, from the young to the old. A family was celebrating the grandfather's eightyth birthday.

Surrounded by grandchildren and those closest to them, joyous feelings may seem like everyone's yearning, but no one knows what's coming next.

"Ayoo Opa blown candles.don't forget to make a wish ya"

said a woman in her fifties behind the old man excitedly.

"I'd like to blow the candles, too.."

shouted the little boy who seemed happy with the aura of happiness birthday event.

The grandfather smiled, with a light blue shirt, a stocky body and white hair, he implied a figure so warm in the eyes of the beholder.

Slowly, the grandfather advanced his body to blow the eight-piece candle on the black forest cake located in front of him. Then he took a long breath.

"Ffuuhh.", A slow blow towards the group of candles, along with two small children who scramble to participate blew.

Arrive - arrive....

His left chest hurt tremendously, and his breathing became congested. His right hand immediately held his chest with trembling, He immediately felt that maybe this was the end, visited by a disease that he had not wanted to tell his loved ones.

His vision began to become blurry, he saw his family panicking, but their voices only sounded faint - faint and slow.

Behind all that, a black figure in front of him was clearly visible, the man was standing quietly and was reading a black book.

"Good night, Mr. Samsul", he said in a calm and cold voice.

At that instant, Mr. Samsul no longer felt pain, he was able to communicate smoothly with the man.

"Sorry, but who are you?", asked Mr. Samsul confused.

The man smiled.

"Did you know, my name is Damien Cordova, and I'm the officer who's going to take you on a trip?"

Mr. Samsul lowered his head and smiled, He realized that his soul was already on the verge of two realms.

"So. is it time? I guess I can still see my grandchildren growing up".

He looked around him, clearly his family was panicking around him, some were crying, calling an ambulance, trying to wake him up, but he felt like he was in a different place.

Like watching a movie.

"I think eighty years is more than enough old man" Damien said, trying to get something out of his arm.

"Because you're a good person, then your path will also be calm" he added.

Mr. Samsul closed his eyes with a smile, He is ready.

"Grandfather loves you all", he said softly.

Damien was about to swing something, but stopped, "Damn, there is forgetfulness".

He pulled out his phone and called someone.

"Hello, with rental service"

said a man across there.

"Sir, sorry I want a level one sickle message, is there still?"

"Hmm. level one yes, but this is the last kloter yes mas, because the rent is already at this hour"

Oh, the last kloter, yeah, it's okay".

"No problem sir, the important thing is please send now yes".

"Ready! promptly sent".

Instantly a large scythe appeared glowing blue with a long black wooden handle in Damien's hand.

He noticed that the sickle seemed to be somewhat damaged and poor quality according to the words of the rental officer earlier. At first He seemed unsure, but finally He continued his work to take the life of Mr. Samsul.

"Okay sir, let's go"

"I was ready from before"

Damien swung his large scythe towards Samsul sir.

As soon as the glare light hit, he thought it had succeeded, but apparently nothing happened to Mr. Samsul.

He checked a small black bag that read 'Soul storage', and it looked glowing when opened.

"Lho, whose soul is this? how is it filled but not Mr Samsul!? arrgh.."

He muttered to himself.

"I'm sorry to be delayed, I have to go"

Damien left in a hurry.

"Lho, then what's the process?"

Mr. Samsul looked confused.

"Father will live again for now, later the soul of the father may be taken again next time"

Damien said as he left Mr. Samsul.

And immediately Mr. Samsul regained consciousness back to his body which was being carried by an ambulance.

His daughter who was with him in the ambulance immediately hugged him and cried happily.

Damien ran while muttering,

"So gini it feels like the last kloter? I deserve to feel bad!"

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Half an hour earlier, in another part of the mall, Erina who was tired of crying, stood staggered and tried to get back to her car, her pride shattered because of the first time she was decided by a man.

He wondered if this was his fault, or if bad luck was happy to be by his side.

If there was still a mother, He could go home and confide in her about her life problems, but now He could only be alone lamenting fate.

He arrived at the parking lot, pensive in front of his car.

From above the parking lot he saw a beggar on the side of the road whose clothes were tattered, camping,

"There are still many people who languish more than I do"

But suddenly the beggar stood up and got into a luxury car that picked him up. Is that his car? is he really a rich man? Erina instantly felt herself languishing more than that person.

In the car he thought about suicide, because he felt that no one needed him in this world.

His extended family never asked for news let alone invite together, He was like a stranger.

His office friends only look for him when they need something.

His old friends have lost all contact.

He thought the world was too quiet for him.

He drove the car with an empty view and a raging mind.

When the road that Erina was about to pass down a river, there came a light that was so glare and blinded her gaze, and,

Erina is shocked and unable to control her car, suddenly Erina loses consciousness and her car plunges into the river.

People who were around there immediately shouted in panic and crowded in the area around TKP.

They realized, there was no visible human figure in the car.