Death stared down God. The only creature as old as him was asking for his services. God stared back. This was not a good reunion.

“Yes, I did want to see you,” God replied. “I only wish it was under better circumstances.”

“Can the chit-chat,” Death interrupted. “It’s been a long time since you wanted to say a word to me, so get on with it.”

God shifted in his seat as he looked over his paper work in front of him. David who stood nearby began to sweat profusely. To him, the two greatest powers in all of creation were in the same room, and he was witness to it.

“You might want to sit down,” God finally said.

“I’ll stand thanks,” Death said sternly.

“Sit. Down.” God demanded as a chair behind Death pushed him into it.

“That’s how it’s going to be?” Death asked.

“You damn right,” God said putting his pen down. “I thought we could be civilized but since this is going to remain professional, I’ll be blunt, I want you to kill my Son.”

“Again?” Death asked.