Death is My BFF Rewritten (Book 1 of the Rewritten Death Chronicles)

IMPORTANT ANNOUNCEMENT, CUPCAKES!!! Death is My BFF is coming to WEBTOON!!!

CUPCAKES!!
FOR SIX WHOLE MONTHS!!!!!!! I HAVE BEEN KEEPING A MASSIVE SECRET.

Death is My BFF is coming to WEBTOON!!! You can read the first three episodes now!

 I'M SO, SO EXCITED TO SHARE THIS NEWS. BUT I REALLY THINK IT'S IMPORTANT THAT I LET DEATH SHARE MORE OF THE DETAILS FOR ME........ ;) hehehehehehehehe

Prelude: "For years, my beloved cupcakes have written to Kitty-Kat confessing their love to me, sharing their obsessions with my killer good looks and unmatched wit. You've demanded that I come to life, too. Well, your wish is my command..."

Setting: A dark office. Through massive ceiling to floor windows to his right, the city that never sleeps is bathed in a bluish hue from the light of a full moon. A silhouette of a large man appears behind a Mahogony desk. He has his boots propped up onto the desk. As flicks on a lighter to light a cigarette, the viewer can see the green of his eyes flare.

He drops his boots to the ground with a thud and tucks his chair into the desk.

"Oh, there you are, cupcake," he purrs in that deep, mysteriously accented voice. " It's me, your favorite irresistible grim reaper. I have brought some delicious news. But first...all this excitement has made me awfully hungry."

Plastic crinkles as Death pulls out a four-pack of strawberry-frosted cupcakes from the dark and into the middle of his desk. The viewer can see he's wearing his black cloak and leather gloves. The ends of his fingertips are pointed and stretched at the tip against the leather, like talons. When trying to pry open the container with a single talon does not work, he tries to pick it open with both hands but it's like trying to peel a sticker off with baseball gloves for hands.

With a menacing roar, he smacks a paper weigh toff his desk and curses. "What is this, child proof?"

He glances up at the camera as if he'd forgotten they were there and laughs tightly. "One moment." He tries again but fails to open the container with a string of colorful vicious curses. His shoulders stiffen and his face pinches with anger. In a low voice, he mutters, "Deep breathing. Just like that short, blue-eyed nuisance told you..."

Growing frustrated, he quickly loses his temper, and he manhandles the container, ripping the top of it off with a menacing growl and throwing it somewhere behind him, where shadows hiss and retreat away.

"As I was saying," Death growls, after a heaping lick to get the icing off his left gloved hand. "I have taken time out of my very busy schedule to express to you how much I value my doting, precious mortal fans. For years, my beloved Cupcakes have written to Kitty-Kat confessing their love to me, sharing their obsession with my killer good looks, and demanding that I come to life..."

He takes a slow bite of the cupcake, chuckling under his breath.

"Bring me to life, eh? As an undead creature of the night, I find this rather insulting. What exactly do you mean, bring me to life? Am I not real to you? Can't you see me smirking real slow right now in your cute little heads?" White fangs flash as he polishes off his first dessert in a big bite. "Mm, that's what I thought."

Death greedily unwraps another cupcake. He leans into the moonlight slanting over his desk, his mismatched green eyes gleaming with power as a wicked grin frames his mouth.