"Between life and death"- 1

And now, the blogger series begins.

"My name? That's not important." A seated man said. He was talking to someone who preferred to stand. "Won't you sit?"
"I don't feel like it. Just tell me what I have to do." The standing man said, seeking only information.
"It's pretty simple. Just be like me, take on my job, but you know, it's not like I'm leaving it all to you." The man said, leaning forward, in the style of conducting an interview, under quite impromptu surroundings. Their current environment happened to be one that smelled of fresh soil, and had stones protruding out of the ground. "I can't exactly retire from this position you know. Neither will you, and once you accept it, you will be bound. That's the price of your desire." The man's heavy black catholic-priest like robes ruffled as he leaned back into the backing of his dirty seat, a pile of upturned earth.
"I am willing to be doomed to restlessness then, I just want her to live." The standing man spoke and started to sound overcome with emotion.
"Being a demi-god isn't all it may sound like. I would encourage you not to sign the paper until I tell you your new job, and it's history." The robed man said, sticking his hand between a contract and the standing man's quill pen. "Besides, it's custom." He said with a dismissing smile.
"Demi-god, they call it?" The standing man asked, and dropped his quill, ready to listen.
"It's better than what they could call us."
"How many of you are there?"
"Tons, been around for all time really. It's an enduring job to say the least, especially as time goes on. How well versed are you in the dominant religion of this area?"
"No one isn't, but I wasn't exactly raised in a religious background. I think I know enough." The man started to warm up to the situation and become less rigid in persona.
"Three Gods, or at least, three important ones. The Creator, the Perserver and the Destroyer. They all work together to watch over us, and provide for us. They have people below them, not immortals, but rather involnerables. Us Demi-gods can't be killed, but we can be... destroyed. A man's avarice is not enough to kill us, but breaking rules to which we are bound, and loopholes in the laws can destroy us. Lets see, demi-gods... muse, death, determination, birth, miracles, devotion, love... there are a lot of us."
"Are those names?"
"More or less." Attempting to avoid another question about his name, the sitting man continued quickly. "There are lead Demi-gods, and lower ones, you would serve with me, and learn, not as a partner, or a replacement, but rather an ally. Some of us are not so responsible as we should be."
"What is your job?" The man standing said and looked more interested now.
"I told you I could help your wife come back to life, right? That pretty much explains it." The other man made a slight uttering of a question, but the seated man continued. "I can use my tool to work around the rules, you'd have to watch to understand. The point is, I'm going to stop her from dying, since three days have not passed since her departing." He worked his way around the last word. He leaned up from the soil seat he had taken for himself, and lifted up the quill, handing it to the other man.
"I can't read." He said as he looked at the contract, slightly apprehensive now.
"And I can't ensure she can come back if you don't sign there. In fact, I guarantee that I have an appointment to make, and I won't care to bring her back otherwise."
The man holding the quill looked into the hole in the ground that was recently dug to house his wife's body, then looked to the man on the soil that would fill the hole later.
"Fine then." He signed the paper, writing what he believed to be his name, from his limited understanding of writing and reading. He stood, feeling different, and his body relaxing, relief flowing through him. "I want to know what your name is, after all, you are my boss now."
"More like teacher, but I guess I don't mind now that the contract is fulfilled." He looked to the paper and it disappeared before their eyes. He extened his hand and when they shook, he said,
"My name is DEATH."