Inglis' challenge to Death

Death led the last soul into the light when he heard a strange music in the air.

“Jazz?”

The next thing he knew was that he was walking into a club. It was a cozy little club with a live jazz band which was exceptionally good. Death found himself swaying from side to side. The lighting in the club made it look as if he was in Paris in the middle of winter. It was romantically refreshing.

“Table 27 sir”

Death was so taken in with the ambiance that he did not realise the wide-eyed waitress standing infront of him . She was probably not over the age of 20 and she was blushing and lowering  her eyelashes at him.

“Why, thank you!” Death wondered why she was looking at him in that manner. As he walked, trying to locate the table sign 27 on the tables, he caught many women staring and giggling at him. It was odd. He wondered whose appearance he has taken this time. He crossed a wall with a huge mirror and caught his reflection.

“Chris Pine. That explains,”  he licked his finger and smeared it over his eyebrow. “Perfect”.

As he continued walking, he eyes caught a figure near the balcony. It was a figure he seemed to be very aware of. His heart skipped a beat. She was leaning against the railing. Her silhouette was full- figured. The cutting of the night lacy cocktail dress exposed her beautiful Latin legs and her long brown back. Her red hair was glowing in the moonlight.  Death felt blood rush to his loins. Now, that was a feeling he had never felt for a long time. He found himself moving faster towards her.

Inglis could feel the presence of Death approaching. For once she was looking forward to seeing Him. She could not phantom how she managed to land herself in such an amazing place. She knew she was doing her meditation and then the music turned into something Jazzy and now she was here waiting for Death. She wanted to see Death. She just wanted to.

“Nice ambiance!” lnglis turned to face Death. She was surprised to see Chris Pine staring at her. She liked Chris Pine, who wouldn’t anyway?  She had to remind herself  that it was Death. She looked into his eyes.

Death could not take his eyes of her. She was so ravishing. He wished he could touch her. The thought of running his hands down her back, feeling the softness of her skin, knowing each and every aspect of her body, was getting to his head. He gripped the handle to steady himself. He suddenly saw her looking at him intensively. She seemed to be searching for something in His eyes.

Inglis was wondering what Death actually looked like. She was looking for His past in his light blue eyes.

“What are you looking for?” asked Death who could not help smiling, watching her expression change every second.

“Hmm… wondering how you would look. I mean , I am sure you were born as a human once. I wonder how you looked?” 

 Death smiled. “Why are you suddenly so interested in how I look like? I thought you had fun with mortals, like Lesi and Juan.” Death stopped abruptly. He should not have said that. He knew what had happened with Lesi and Inglis (and he was lucky she is still pure) and was very close in granting her wish of killing him. But He knew it was not in his capacity to do so. He had a price to pay and it was not His responsibility. He saw her lower her eyelashes. She was hurt and he knew why. She had seen him with another girl. Though she knew he was sick in his head, she was a girl after all and this was another disappointment for her again. Though she was immune to disappointment, she did feel a bit of pain. 

The house suddenly roared. The live band was playing, ‘flying me to the moon’. Inglis looked up, her eyes were bright. She grabbed His hands. He was stunned.

“Inglis! Don’t you feel anything?” He gasped. She smiled a cheeky smile.

“If I could create this, I must also have the ability to block the memories and its effect from me. I do feel it but it is very mild. It took me a while to control it and meeting you many times did help. No worries. Follow me, “ and she dragged him down a spiral staircase which led them to a garden. It was beautiful open space surrounded with flora and fauna. She stopped where the moon was shining. It was a sight to behold and the band could be heard clearly from where they stood.

“ I am over mortals Death. Sometimes handling my own demons and my own kind is far more suitable for me. Will you dance with me? I feel relieved that my episode with Lesi is over. I just want to dance in this world I have created. So, will you do me the honors?”

Inglis’ eyes were twinkling and he could not help  but give into her request. He moved forward and was about to reach to hold her hands, when she moved back.

“No, not as Chris Pine, but as yourself. A mortal form”

“Inglis, you got to be kidding…” but Inglis was not joking. She folded her hands and waited.