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Taufik did not flinch, even with Death standing right before him.

She was close, so close that he could see every detail of her face. And what a face it was.

As much as he hated to admit it, the beauty she possessed surpassed that of any woman he had ever encountered... Even his wives.

Her features were ethereal, impossibly flawless as if sculpted by divine hands and then touched by the grave's eternal silence.

Her eyes, those eyes, were the most haunting part of all.

Deep, endless voids that shimmered with a lightless pull, as though they could draw out a soul with nothing but a glance.

Despite the distance between them being close enough for him to strike with a single motion, he remained still.

He understood something vital: even with the Power of Concept, his dominion over death itself, he was nothing before her.

This was not just a being.

This was the being.

The embodiment of Death itself.

And she radiated no hostility. No killing intent. Just... Amusement.

"Hmm~ Are you so mesmerized by my beauty that you can't move~ hmm?"

Her voice was a velvet whisper, curling around his ears like smoke. She stepped closer, slow and deliberate, until the only thing separating them was the question of intention.

Taufik clicked his tongue in annoyance, a sharp sound cutting through the thick silence. He averted his gaze, forcing his eyes away from hers.

"...Stop playing," He said, his voice low and tense. "Just tell me what you want from me"

Death's smile widened, not one of malice, but something more intimate. Amused. Intrigued.

She leaned in, her cold breath brushing against his ear, and whispered:

"What if I said… I want your offspring?"

Taufik fell silent for a moment, his expression unreadable. He searched her words for any hint of sincerity but found none.

Only amusement.

The glint in her eyes told him everything. To her, he was nothing more than a curiosity. A fleeting entertainment in the endless stillness of her existence.

A plaything.

"Alright," He said, at last, his voice low and clipped. "If you have nothing serious to say, I'll be going. I don't have time to entertain your jokes"

He turned, sharp and deliberate, his back to Death. His shoulders squared as he reached for his katana, preparing to open a portal.

"How cold~" She sang behind him, her voice dripping with a mocking sweetness. "I am a woman, you know? It's only natural I'd want a strong man like you as my partner"

He didn't respond. His footsteps were steady. His gaze remained forward, ignoring the teasing lilt in her tone.

"... Hy~ Where are you going~?"

Still, Taufik didn't stop.

His fingers tightened around the hilt of his katana, preparing to cut through space itself.

But then her voice came again.

Low. Commanding.

Deadly.

"...I said... STOP!"

The world broke.

Or rather, paused.

Sound vanished.

Light dimmed.

The very air froze mid-breath, and time itself came to a halt. Taufik's body was locked in place, caught mid-swing, his Katana suspended in the air like a painting.

His thoughts still moved, but his body did not.

Before him, reality trembled in reverence to her voice.

Because when Death speaks, even Concept obeys.

When Death speaks, even Fate takes a step back.

Not out of fear... But because standing against Death is pointless.

Inevitable.

"...You"

Her voice came again, this time softer. Not playful, not taunting, but thoughtful. Almost... Reverent.

"You... I've been watching you since the day you took the mantle of Will"

A pause.

"You really weren't afraid of anything, were you?"

Her steps echoed like whispers in the frozen air.

One by one, slow, deliberate, until she stood directly behind him.

And then, with a gentleness that belied her power, she placed a hand on his shoulder.

It was cold, but not the chill of winter or death.

It was the kind of cold that seeps into the soul.

The kind that reminds you that nothing, nothing is forever.

Taufik couldn't move, not yet. But inside, his mind raced.

Death wasn't just watching. She was interested. And that made her far more dangerous than before.

What Taufik had suspected was confirmed with her next words.

"...But that's only made me more and more interested in you… Darling~"

Her voice dripped with teasing affection, but beneath that velvet tone, there was something deeper, something ancient and consuming. Not love. Not obsession. Something that transcended both.

The embodiment of Death did not want.

She claimed.

And now, Taufik could feel it, the weight of her gaze, her touch... Her will settled onto him like an invisible shroud.

He had been marked.

Not as prey.

Not as a threat.

But as something infinitely more dangerous, it's a possibility.

And in a world where Death ruled all endings, possibility was the one thing she could never truly control.

Until now.

"...I have made up my mind..." She whispered, her voice barely louder than a breath, yet it echoed like a decree across existence itself.

Her hand tightened ever so slightly on his shoulder.

"You... You will stay here with me"

It wasn't a request.

It wasn't a plea.

It was a verdict.

Reality around them groaned, like it too was bending under her will. The frozen space shivered, warped by the sheer gravity of her words.

Even the Concept of Death that Taufik wielded flickered inside him, no longer entirely his own in this moment.

But despite her overwhelming presence, despite the stillness choking the world around him, something in Taufik burned.

A quiet defiance.

The same force that had once let him seize the Will itself.

The same flame that always slipped free from Fate's tightening grip.

The same fire that made even the Shadow Realm kneel.

It stirred again, now burning in silence, raw and unyielding.

Taufik's body remained frozen, trapped in Death's grasp, but his voice, his will refused to be silenced.

His lips trembled, but he forced the words out like blades cutting through still air.

"...L-Live with you?"

He coughed, his throat dry, defiance dripping with ragged breath.

"S-St…ep over my de…ad body"

Each word defied the stillness she commanded.

"I h-have a family…"

His eyes narrowed, burning with something she hadn't expected.

"I h-have responsibilities…"

A pause. His voice steadied, just enough for the last line to land like a blow.

"So don't expect… Anything from me"

And in that moment, the frozen world cracked.

Hairline fractures of light split the void around him. Not enough to break free, but enough to remind her:

She might be Death.

But he… Was Will.

Death's eyes widened.

For the first time since their encounter... Her smile vanished.

Not a playful smirk. Not a coy grin.

Gone.

What remained was silence. Heavy. Sharp. Disbelieving.

The world around them was still frozen, space unmoving, time held hostage. Nothing had changed...

Except for one thing.

Taufik moved.

It started with a twitch, his fingers tightening around the hilt of his katana.

Then his shoulders shifted, slow but deliberate, as if the very concept of motion had returned to him alone.

The air trembled.

Not because Death allowed it.

But because something greater, something buried deep within him... Refused to obey.

Her hand was still on his shoulder, but it no longer held him.

Not truly.

Taufik turned his head, just enough to meet her eyes. His gaze was firm, unwavering.

His lips curled, not into a smile, but into something sharper.

A declaration.

"I am Will," He said, voice low, edged like a blade drawn in defiance. "And I don't belong to anyone... I don't obey anyone, not Fate... Not you"

The air quivered.

Then... He moved.

His fingers rose and gripped Death's wrist.

A gasp escaped her lips, not from pain, not from fear, but from surprise.

True surprise.

No one had touched her like that in eons. No one had dared.

Taufik leaned closer, his eyes locked onto hers, unwavering.

"...You said you're a woman too, right?" His voice was a challenge, dangerous and raw. "Then... I'll make you feel what it truly means to be one"

Her composure cracked for a heartbeat.

"E-Eh~?"

The playful lilt was still there, but shaken, trembling under something new.

Vulnerability?

Curiosity?

Or perhaps... The first flicker of fear?

For the first time, Death wasn't in control.

And she knew it.

Taufik moved again.

Slow. Deliberate. Unstoppable.

Closer… And closer… Until the only thing separating them was breath, shared between parted lips and unblinking eyes.

Death didn't move. Couldn't move.

Not because she lacked the power, but because something deeper rooted her in place.

Not fear.

Not weakness.

But curiosity. A rare, terrifying curiosity, one she hadn't felt in countless ages.

Taufik's hand, still wrapped around her wrist, was firm. His presence burned like defiance wrapped in mortal flesh.

"I will make you feel what it's like to be a real woman…" He whispered, voice steady, low, and unforgiving. "And believe me…"

His breath brushed against her skin.

"... You will never forget it"

A shiver ran through her form. Not cold. Not command.

But something ancient and forbidden... Desire.

For the first time, Death was being unraveled… Not by force… But by Will.

A smile curled onto her lips, slow, daring, intoxicating.

"...Then, do me~"

The words dripped like honey laced with venom.

Not a plea.

Not surrender.

But a challenge.

A spark ignited between them, raw, primal, and unspoken.

It wasn't about lust. It wasn't even about dominance.

It was about power.

Two Concepts staring each other down at the brink of collapse, Will and Death, each daring the other to cross the line first.

Taufik didn't flinch.

His grip didn't waver.

His eyes held hers, steady, as if peering through the veil of eternity itself.

"Careful," He murmured, his voice now like a storm held at bay. "You may tempt something you can't control"

Her smile widened, beautiful, dangerous.

"... And that's exactly why I want it"

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