Author's Note

Although I've written stories before elsewhere, I actually care about this one, feel free to criticize any of my content, but try not to just hate on the story itself, try to be constructive.

Bad Ideas

People tend to think of Death as some evil being filled with hate, but it's simply not true.
"I swear to fuck, if these people don't stop whining about me doing my job I'm gonna tear out their spines and use them as dental floss before I wipe out their entire fucking species", although he does still have his bad days just like anyone.

Death was losing patience with the people on earth, they continue their self destructive ways and yet he gets blamed for all the suffering in the world. His patience was so low that a few years ago he stopped leaving his home in heaven to reap the souls and just started sending his agents down to earth to do most of the work for him, this might seem lazy of him, but his sister Life was actually the one who insisted on him staying home since she knew he might actually lose what little is left of his patience, she enchanted a mirror for him so he could observe the agents doing their job at least, after all he might be impatient but he still wanted the job done right, it was never about him hating his job, he just felt irritated that the only ones who show him respect are his sister and a few of the higher gods who understand the necessity of his existence.

[Death POV]

"You know just once it'd be nice to be thanked for doing my job, I mean if it weren't for me they wouldn't even make it to heaven or hell, they'd just be stuck suffering on earth for all eternity as they continued to age indefinitely" I said trying to convince my sister to just make those annoying creatures respect me.

"We've been over this before, at this point I think you're just bored with being in your home all day" True to her name her voice is angelic and caring.

"I 'AM' FUCKING BORED, I'm trapped between the choice of being stuck in my home bored out of my skull or going down to Earth and being hated merely for existing!"

"Calm down brother, I know you're upset, and for that I'm sorry, but I can't just control the humans and make them like you, the last time we tried that even on a small scale it resulted in an entire village killing themselves" goddamn it I hate the fact she never gets angry, it means she able to look at a situation from a logical standpoint, meaning she always wins when we argue. I'd hate her if I didn't love her so much.

I sigh and calm down, "Look, you don't have to apologize for me being upset, and I know that you still feel guilty about that village, I just get really tired sometimes, you know how it is for me and my temper, sometimes I just need to vent out my anger every few decades and you're the only one with the patience to listen to me and for that I thank you"

"If you're that pent up I could give you a couple of ideas?"

'Ideas? One time she gave me 'ideas' I threw a fucking meteor at the planet... wait is it meteor or asteroid? Whatever, the point is, not my shining moment since it gave those stupid humans a chance to evolve', I thought about it for a moment before I said " what exactly are the 'ideas' this time?"

"well, option 1) You could go out and get laid for onc-", "nope, the angels all hate me, the humans hate me, and the last time I let you set me up with an alien I woke up the three days later with a crushed pelvis, so that's a straight up nope, what else you got" I still think the alien was worth it though, she was sexy as fuck, still I'm not taking the risk again, I like my member to be capable of standing to attention.

"then option 2, you go on the hunt", 'now that's interesting, there's very few things on this or any world that makes her tell me to kill someone before their allotted time is up, this could prove to be a fun day after all', "go on..."

She said just one word, one word that makes my blood and hers boil, "Necromancers"

"...what... did... you... SAY?!?" I was upset.

"A group of ... Necromancers" she practically spat out, "has been attempting a spell that will grant them an army of the undead at least a million strong, I was going to ignore it because I thought that their attempts to raise that many would kill them, but it seems they have enough in their group now to pull of the spell with minimal risk, I need you to go there and kill them all, don't even leave one standing or they could try again"

"Oh, this should prove to be fun, its been a while since you last let me hunt"

"I'll teleport you as close as I can to them, the rest is up to you"

"so be it"

[3rd person POV]

Death arrived in a flash of blue light in the desert at night, his dark robes completely covering him, and his face was covered by his shadow magic. He wielded his trusty scythe, the handle looked like it was made out of the spine of some poor creature, while sitting on top of the scythe was a large human skull with a wide open mouth, coming out of the mouth was the blade but the blade looked like a webbed wing.

He used his large black wings to take to the air to get a better look at the surroundings, he didn't have to look far before he saw an enormous red rune about 50 feet wide glowing a half-mile away, it looked like the spell was almost complete, so he rushed as fast as he could, he landed just outside the camp, there were a couple dozen necromancers, he was planning a stealth approach, but there was no time left so he rushed in, alerting the necromancers to his position by cleaving one of them in half vertically with a single swing of his scythe and then unleashing his death fog, which wiped out half the Necromancers before the others produced a shield to covers themselves and the rune.

Death started trying to smash the shield, but it was holding strong, the remaining twelve must've been the Council Of Twelve themselves, the twelve strongest Necromancers on the planet.

[Death POV]

One of the twelve, probably the leader shouted through the shield, "You cannot stop us now you pathetic wraith, and for your crimes against we, the twelve, you will die!"

I watched as they summoned 3 wraiths to their sides, and I couldn't help but start laughing darkly right at them.

"what the hell are you laughing at you monster?!?"

"Oh just the fact that you called a wraith, I am many things, but I am not a wraith, nor am I a Reaper, both of those are subservient TO ME, I AM DEATH ITSELF!!!"

"no..."

"And you just summoned 3 of my agents... right alongside you, inside your shield"

I watched as the leader turned around in horror, only to see the wraiths tear his allies limb from bloody limb causing the shield to lose it's strength and I pulled back one last punch to break it into pieces.

I grabbed the leader by his neck with my left hand and held him into the air, "any last words?", "don't kill me?"

"Not the most original, but whatever" I launched my hand right into his chest, with the fist emerging on the other side covered in blood, I then dropped him to the ground.

I observe the Rune, for some reason the energy isn't dispersing, the fucking thing should've stopped the moment we killed those Necromancers.

One of the wraiths speaks up "sir, what do we do, the Rune's still building energy, the spell wasn't complete but the energy is still building, it won't raise the dead anymore, but if it keeps building up it'll go critical and wipe out everything within a thousand miles"

A thousand thoughts enter my head trying to think of a solution, one thought is chief among them, 'she really does have shit ideas'.

"Take the other wraiths and deliver 2 messages, the first one is to tell the 13 Reapers it's up to them now to fulfill my duties, they'll get the information they need from my sister, any big problems, they talk to her-"

"but sir-"

"the second message is for my sister, tell her I'm sorry for yelling at her"

"...what are you doing sir?"

"I'm gonna cause it to go implode before it goes critical, it'll probably be enough to kill even me"

"sir, tell me what to do and I'll do it, the world needs you, we can't lose you"

"I just did tell you what to do, go... now"

"...as you command lord death, farewell"

The Wraiths vanish, I approach the center of the rune and focus all my energy into the palms of my hands and use my most powerful technique "chaos bringer"

The very air itself seems to dragged into the center as a massive singularity forms, and explodes covering an enormous radius in a bright colourful explosion in a five mile area, my last thoughts as sweet oblivion takes me is "...fucking Necromancers" and then everything goes blank.