When Death Fell In Love

There are many unanswered questions in human life that are still an untold mystery. Including the existence of humans and their way of life itself. There are so many theories put forward by different people with different backgrounds, all of which point to the same thing, namely that everything in this universe was created. There is someone who created and planned it all.

Humans are just the latest creatures to appear in the universe, but they think they know best, even though the purpose of human creation itself is still a mystery to them. Because of their pretentiousness, they are divided into several groups, according to their respective beliefs. Although different, in the end the end of their life journey is all the same, namely death. No one can avoid it, no matter how sophisticated the technology that humans can create.

One of the things that humans do not know is about the process and mechanism of their own death. Everything has been planned from the beginning, including death. The plan will not work if there is no one to carry it out, which is why the Angel of Death exists. They will carry out the death plan of all living beings, especially humans. Because among all living creatures in the universe, humans are the most difficult to control their population growth.

That's why the angels of death exist.

In terms of body shape and appearance, the angels of death are very similar to humans, except that they are endowed with several advantages over ordinary humans, considering their task is not easy. Ensuring that humans face death in accordance with the contract notes that have been signed before they were born into the world.

Just like humans, they also have names. One of the angels of death was sitting on a ten-meter-high single parabolic street lamp near a large highway. He was Owen. He had been doing this job for almost a hundred years despite his ordinary appearance as a young man in his twenties. He had been sitting up there for almost twenty minutes, shuffling his feet as he looked around, trying to make plans for someone's death.

In his hand was a medium-sized book, dark brown in color with antique engravings on the cover. It contained a record of the identities of the humans he had to escort to death along with the date and time. In addition, the process and way humans faced death had also been recorded there.

This is already the fifth book for Owen this year. If he finishes this book, he will be promoted and no longer need to go to fieldworkto organize the scene. At least that was his goal for the near future.

The human client this morning was a ten-year-old boy named Charlie. He had died at ten past ten due to a car accident that he and his family had gotten into on the highway where Owen was now. It was nine o'clock, and the atmosphere was very calm. The highway was on the forest side, connecting the town with the nearby beach. The road was not heavily traveled, even during the holidays. This is because the road is winding and poorly lit at night. Drivers who pass this way are usually big trucks from the port to avoid the congestion on the main road.

"Okay. The scene has been cleared. The plan is in place; we're just waiting for the target to approach." Owen said as he stood on a street lamp post.

He kept looking at the clock on his hand, and there were only three minutes left until the appointed time of the incident. In the distance, he saw a van driving leisurely. It was the car driven by Charlie's family. His parents were sitting in the front, laughing at each other's jokes. Their three children, including Charlie, were in the back with their toys. Their eldest brother was busy with his gadget. Both his ears were plugged with earphones, paying no attention to his two younger siblings.

"Here we go." Owen closed his book and turned his head when he saw a truck coming from the opposite direction in the distance.

What caught his attention was not the truck but the figure sitting on it. It was Elio, a fellow angel of death who was in the same batch as him. He smiled and flew over to Elio.

"What are you doing here?", Owen asked, landing on the front of the truck, right next to Elio.

"Doing my job. What else can the Angel of Death do?"

Owen chuckled and sat beside him. "Is this truck driver your client?"

"No, he's not. It's the chatty guy next to him. He's been talking tirelessly for over an hour now. I can't imagine how I'm going to have to deal with him when I take him to the afterlife." Elio shook his head.

A chuckle escaped Owen's mouth. "Can I see your book? Oh, it's not far from my client. How about we work together? My client is in a van that's about to pass. Let's make them crash into each other. But make sure the truck hits the back of the van, because my client is sitting in the back. It could be bad if the human in the front dies."

Angels of death are not murderers. They do not kill. They are only tasked with organizing events that will lead humans to their death. That's all. Having black wings that can fly and hands that can telekinesis does not necessarily allow them to do whatever they want. Angels of death are forbidden to kill or help humans avoid death. If they do, they will face punishment.

With just a nod, they immediately carried out their plan. With his power, Elio made the truck's steering wheel uncontrollable and the gas pedal kept being stepped on, while Owen directed the van Charlie was riding in to turn its steering wheel suddenly so that the car was horizontal in the middle of the road.

The accident happened just in time. The back of the van was badly damaged by the impact of the truck while the right side of the truck was destroyed by hitting a street light pole. Owen and Elio just looked down at their work from above and smiled with satisfaction as they high-fived by joining their fists together.

"Let's pick up our clients to their next destination." Elio said, opening his book and flipping through his client's data sheet.

"Be patient until the gate." , Owen replied, reminding Elio of his very chatty client.