Blade, He Loves Her

Translation Notice

This article is a work of fiction originally written in Italian. It has been automatically translated to English using an AI tool. The rhythmic and narrative qualities may differ from the original.

Dearest,

I'll start from the beginning. I had come to take a nice eighty-year-old. One of those who still play cards with friends and never refuse a good glass of wine. It was February 5th, I remember seeing "dentist" marked on the bartender's calendar.

I was about to approach Tony, the eighty-year-old, to do my job... And well, I've always given my all at work. You see, I have parameters to respect, agreed upon in times when you hadn't yet learned to speak. So yes, I stayed within limits, ensuring you grow in numbers according to His planning.

Anyway, I was about to take Tony when I saw her. She was looking out the window, she had a strange interest in what was happening. Her gaze struck me immediately, deep and ineffable. She had hair of darkness, which reflects the ruby of my blade when, after a long day of work, I return home. As soon as she disappeared behind the curtains I brought down my scythe on Tony.

Perhaps you don't know that it's not always me doing this job. Most of them He takes on His own: He just needs to "call them to Him." I intervene when He's undecided or with those who must leave you violently; especially if there's a need to guide someone else's hand. My presence among you, therefore, must be limited. Also because if I'm there, someone must be taken. That's the rule. Moreover, as much as I like to see my clients, I don't need to be around. My job would be impossible otherwise.

Anyway, after Tony's episode, I couldn't get her out of my head. I started coming down more and more often. I watched her cook, get dressed, go out to work. My passion for her was now clear, my presence among you increasingly constant.

I am tremendously sorry for your losses. Especially for yours, little one. I have no idea how it must feel: I grew up alone for millennia. But I cannot accept your request to stop. As long as I can even just look at her I will be willing to sacrifice you all.

P.S: I understand your request to Him, but I am autonomous in my work.

With affection.

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