Death's Intern
Sæwine became Death's intern the day he accidently ripped a hole in the universe. It’s not important how it happened. The point is that it did and it that wasn't his fault. Well, mostly. Anyways, all this to say that one night, Death visited the boy and took the cat under his wing.
With his stunt, Sæwine had turned himself into the manifestation of that hole. He had stolen a fraction of the fabric of the world. It had seeped into his core and almost destroyed his very self. Only with Death's touch did Sæwine return to his somewhat normal feline form.
Death had reached within the universe and had pulled from his fingetips a pelt. It looked like a housecat's silver tabby skin. With that in hand, he had reached across galaxies, past various solar systems and through the aching void the cat had consumed. He stretched until the wound was covered and Sæwine had been reborn.
Sæwine then started his unwiling, but mandatory stay with the being that called himself Death.
His new master, Death, looked like a man. His skin was the deepest shade of black and he wore a pinstriped suit made of shadows and stardust that melted into his skin. The both of them lived exclusively on the outskirts of the many amazonians tribes in the tropical forest of Brazil.
Their work wasn't a formal one. There was no paperwork or any sort of defined legislation. As a captive dubbed intern Sæwine was expected to do all the dirty jobs Death wouldn't, like keep track of Time, make sure nobody discovers the secret of immortality and lastly prepare for the cyclical Armageddon.
Contrary to popular belief Death doesn't assist to every demise. Time was the one who took responsibility of the slow degradation and ultimate end of one's life. Sæwine was the one who had to coax Time when she played favorites and
just wouldn’t let go.
It was on one of those days when Time was
once more getting too involved into the game of life that one of her beloved managed to kill her
again.A shaman from one of the pirahã tribe had approached Sæwine with that vital piece of information. The human had promptly skittered away when the young feline had bared his fangs in a wicked smile.
Gleeful with this new problem, Sæwine went to find Death.
The immortal being was in a spring dipping his feet in the water with his clothes discarded on the banks. The fabric seemed to fade even in the daylight. Shadows formed and danced around the clothes like an aura of doom.
Sæwine grinned sharply, "I've got good news for you!" his eyes glinted, "Time has been killed again."
Death groaned loudly at the expression on Sæwine's face. The little bugger liked to find ways to torment Death ever since their forced camaderie, "We can't have a crisis, my schedule is already full," he intoned, with his eyes half-lidded and basking in the sun.
