That was an afternoon when I was walking on the street after visiting a fortune teller. I walked without any idea to go but thinking a lot of her words: "Your apocalypse is near. You will join a journey with the Death. Speaking wisely and watching your tongue, my son, in case you want to sprawl your own life a little bit longer."

I glanced at the sky with disinterest. The sun was going down far away behind the mountain, it was sending a little light left. That made the sky red as blood.

Suddenly, I heard a sound. The sound of screaming motor was right behind me. Something was different that made my hackles rise. I could feel the cold air flew to my back. A Chevy van stopped in front of my feet and a tall man stepped out. At that moment, I feared, the very natural kind of fear when a stranger with eyes sharp as a knife comes closer and closer.

"Wanna a ride?" He offered me.

"But who are you?" I asked against.

"My name appears constantly in your lyrics. You might know me very well, didn't you?" He put in with the hint of a smile.

"Are you the Death? I think I am not quite ready yet to travel by your side!" I could barely speak. The chill of fear was like a saw-blade cutting deep.

"Now let's practice what you preach, metalhead. It doesn't hurt to take a peek." Then said the count of shadow-lands.

He grinned and grabbed my hand.

Sitting in the leather seat, I took a look inside the van. Everything is black and dark with old-fashioned art deco.

Suddenly the motor screamed like a pack of rats in a frying pan. And the headlights were shooting hot red sparks. Tires were spinning flames when the devil sat opposite to me. "Well alrighty! Then.." He said and opened up his case. There was an electric guitar inside. The Death used to have a passion for hard rock. Everyone knows that he was the master at playing guitar. At that moment, I thought: "Well, he is showing off. Let me see..."

His bony fingers strummed the strings perfectly and the melody was cold as hell. His sonic thunder froze my heart. I sat like a statue watching the grim reaper cranked out the riff.

His stiff fingers stopped dancing on the strings, the Death asked me not to lie about the song. I felt a bit uneasy giving feedback to the creature who can take my life anytime he wants. I still remembered what the fortune teller said but I dared to criticize:

"Man, the riff is a killer but the rest is a throw-away"

"Ah! It's okayyyy!" His face showed the disappointment.

"You have written hits but lately you do not because of listening tons of outcast hip-hop music. You have lost your mind! You have lost your sense of good music. You are not the Devil that you have got" I pointed out.

How can he keep in touch with the hard rock while tasting nasty things? The Devil could not smell a hit anymore. I might go straight to hell with those words but I dared to. Whatsoever, every man will die, but I am the one who dared to criticize the Death.

And there was a sound like thunder screaming out just right at the moment I ended my speech. I didn't realize anything until I woke up with my bleeding body. The Devil lied near to me, breathed slowly.

The reaper didn't try to punish me because of my words. We must have crashed right off the road. God damned the old fashioned out of dating machine! I crawled to the Death and listened what he barely spoke:

"Listen, you gotta take my place. I am dying and leaving office soon. I am not immortal. The Death is a name for anyone who takes that place. Take it, buddy then you will be the nightmare of every single being in nature, the most tempting icon of dominance."

But I have another point of view. That job is some kind of being put in jail.

"Sorry dude I'm kinda busy but tell you what: I'll take the tune, I'll take your riff! From this moment, no one will die. Such a greatest happiness, isn't it? Muhahahhahahah...."

I took his guitar and left the dying god behind. Walking slowly on the dark street, the only question appeared in my head:

That was an afternoon when I was walking on the street after visiting a fortune teller. I walked without any idea to go but thinking a lot of her words: "Your apocalypse is near. You will join a journey with the Death. Speaking wisely and watching your tongue, my son, in case you want to sprawl your own life a little bit longer."

I glanced at the sky with disinterest. The sun was going down far away behind the mountain, it was sending a little light left. That made the sky red as blood.

Suddenly, I heard a sound. The sound of screaming motor was right behind me. Something was different that made my hackles rise. I could feel the cold air flew to my back. A Chevy van stopped in front of my feet and a tall man stepped out. At that moment, I feared, the very natural kind of fear when a stranger with eyes sharp as a knife comes closer and closer.

"Wanna a ride?" He offered me.

"But who are you?" I asked against.

"My name appears constantly in your lyrics. You might know me very well, didn't you?" He put in with the hint of a smile.

"Are you the Death? I think I am not quite ready yet to travel by your side!" I could barely speak. The chill of fear was like a saw-blade cutting deep.

"Now let's practice what you preach, metalhead. It doesn't hurt to take a peek." Then said the count of shadow-lands.

He grinned and grabbed my hand.

Sitting in the leather seat, I took a look inside the van. Everything is black and dark with old-fashioned art deco.

Suddenly the motor screamed like a pack of rats in a frying pan. And the headlights were shooting hot red sparks. Tires were spinning flames when the devil sat opposite to me. "Well alrighty! Then.." He said and opened up his case. There was an electric guitar inside. The Death used to have a passion for hard rock. Everyone knows that he was the master at playing guitar. At that moment, I thought: "Well, he is showing off. Let me see..."

His bony fingers strummed the strings perfectly and the melody was cold as hell. His sonic thunder froze my heart. I sat like a statue watching the grim reaper cranked out the riff.

His stiff fingers stopped dancing on the strings, the Death asked me not to lie about the song. I felt a bit uneasy giving feedback to the creature who can take my life anytime he wants. I still remembered what the fortune teller said but I dared to criticize:

"Man, the riff is a killer but the rest is a throw-away"

"Ah! It's okayyyy!" His face showed the disappointment.

"You have written hits but lately you do not because of listening tons of outcast hip-hop music. You have lost your mind! You have lost your sense of good music. You are not the Devil that you have got" I pointed out.

How can he keep in touch with the hard rock while tasting nasty things? The Devil could not smell a hit anymore. I might go straight to hell with those words but I dared to. Whatsoever, every man will die, but I am the one who dared to criticize the Death.

And there was a sound like thunder screaming out just right at the moment I ended my speech. I didn't realize anything until I woke up with my bleeding body. The Devil lied near to me, breathed slowly.

The reaper didn't try to punish me because of my words. We must have crashed right off the road. God damned the old fashioned out of dating machine! I crawled to the Death and listened what he barely spoke:

"Listen, you gotta take my place. I am dying and leaving office soon. I am not immortal. The Death is a name for anyone who takes that place. Take it, buddy then you will be the nightmare of every single being in nature, the most tempting icon of dominance."

But I have another point of view. That job is some kind of being put in jail.

"Sorry dude I'm kinda busy but tell you what: I'll take the tune, I'll take your riff! From this moment, no one will die. Such a greatest happiness, isn't it? Muhahahhahahah...."

I took his guitar and left the dying god behind. Walking slowly on the dark street, the only question appeared in my head:

Have I changed the rule of this world?