Chapter 1: Daddy Dearest

I am Death a morbid source of fear piercing my way into the hearts of my victims I give them peace or anguish. But I'm not all bad in fact I have a family. I never really wanted this job I mean harvesting souls can take a toe on one's conscience, but hey someone's got to do it and it pays the bills. My name, I don't know why I'm telling you this, is Clarence. It's really hard trying to find mortal friends when you’re the grim reaper. I mean don't get me wrong my friends are great. My best friend, Lokile who is a werewolf, and I hang out often. The only thing that really worries me is my children's interest in my profession. Don't get me wrong it's an honor getting to meet celebrities. In fact I've had some engaging conversations with some of the greatest undiscovered geniuses. It's just there kids. The children just love it when I take them to work. All this TV must be traumatizing them. It just worries me to know that when I retire my son Damien will take my place. Anyway I digress I just hope one day my children will see that this job is not as "cool" as they think it is.  

Chapter 2: Son of Death

I am Damien, the son of death, an entity of horror, a social distortion. I am a shadow and spawn of all things inevitable yet feared. But it just all depends on how you view me you can look at me as a challenge to become stronger or you can just submit. I can't wait till I'm older and become death. The way how I'll become death is kind of an old family tradition that has been going on since the beginning of time. What happens is when the oldest child grows up and has a child he or she becomes death while their child becomes fear. Anyway I don't know why my dad freaks out so much just because I find his job fascinating. He shouldn't worry because worry only brings, well, fear. Anyway Alice, my sister, seems to worry a bit too. I mean she finds dad's profession intriguing as well but she doesn't seem like she wants herself or me to be apart of it. It seems as if she's concerned about me taking up my father's profession. It's as if her pity and grief are so obvious she might as well be waving a banner. We don't talk that much anymore. We used to joke around and hang out all the time but now she's just silent and walks around in solitude. Sometimes I'll follow her and she'll just lean next to a bridge looking out into the night sky or sunset and let out a big sigh. Its funny how I worry for her I mean you'd never expect fear to have fear. I used to protect her all the time. You see when you are death's children, even though you are not living skeletons, you are still obviously different. For one I have skin that's as white as bleach. Anyway I'd have to beat up bullies that would pick on her because when you’re related to death it's hard to make friends and have a low number of enemies. I'd always be there to cheer her up, but now she just seems to be in a state of unending depression. I hope it's not because of me... 

Chapter 3: Lady Sorrow

I am Alice, the daughter of death. I am the sorrow my father brings. I am the pain and grief that is left behind, but I never wanted this. Like my brother I am an effect of my father's job. I mean death just wouldn't be death without fear and sorrow. Find my dad's job fascinating I mean death is something every mortal has in common, but I don't like seeing people grieve. I guess that's kind of why I go out alone and stare at the sky. It's a break from people, a break from being sorrow. My brother thinks he can follow me undetected, but the truth is he might as well have bells on his shoes. I prefer animals and nature to humans. When a tree or an animal dies the others don't show fear or grief so I don't feel guilty around them plus they are a lot friendlier. Once your known as Miss. Fortune and Lady Sorrow people give you a real hard time, but I can always depend on Damien to protect me. I worry about him though, I worry that once he becomes death he'll find out what it requires and then he will no longer be a protector.