System: Daily login!!, jackpot on the first day!!!-Chapter 387 - - Death lll

Their breath was the only thing that separated them, shallow, heated, and shared, a fragile mist suspended in the charged air. Every exhale felt like a secret, soft and intimate, drawing them together.

Taufik's grip tightened, not to restrain, but to ground her, real, here with him.

*Thump… Thump… Thump…*

Their heartbeats filled the silence.

"You're trembling," Taufik murmured, his voice low, rough. "Are you afraid?"

Death's eyes, deep as endless night, met his.

"I don't fear you," She said, but there was a flicker of something else in her voice. Vulnerability.

"Then why do you look at me like I'm about to destroy you?"

"Because you are about to do it... Do it~ destroy me~" She whispered.

Then, without warning, Death leaned in, her lips parting as if opening a forbidden secret, her eyes half-lidded with a mixture of anticipation and challenge in her gaze, but there was something more; there was longing.

This was not surrender.

This was an invitation.

She had asked for this.

And Taufik answered, not with words, but with action.

Their lips met like crashing waves: violent, consuming, and primal.

It wasn't soft. It was fierce, hungry, wild.

Death's hands roamed over Taufik's chest, her fingers trembling as they curled into his shirt, clinging like she was falling and he was the only thing left holding her in existence.

Every touch, every caress was punctuated by the soft hiss of fabric and the faint, symphonic murmur of their shared desire.

The moment their skin touched, something in the fabric of reality cracked.

A pulse.

A flare.

Taufik's will burned with a roar of relentless flame, while Death's presence exuded the cold, inexorable pull of eternity, like the silent sweep of the infinite night.

Together, they became the eye of a storm, the stillness at the center of chaos, fusing flesh and soul until the boundaries of mortality blurred.

Taufik laid her down, not on earth, nor within any known plane, but within a newly forged realm born from their union: a void of stars and shadows.

In that surreal space, time seemed to stutter; space bled light with each pulsation of their joined hearts as if the universe were reassembling itself around their desire.

Their clothes faded like mist, leaving nothing between them, for creation itself found no space between their entwined souls.

Taufik moved over Death, his breath ragged, gaze fierce.

"You're Death," He said. "The end of all things"

She smiled faintly. "And you're something worse. You make the end hesitate"

Taufik kissed her again, fierce, claiming.

And then there was no room for more words.

He, Taufik, moved with intention, driven, and she, Death, the one who ends all things, arched beneath him, her body trembling, her eyes widened, and her lips parted in a silent cry, a sacred, raw sound that whispered his name like a forbidden hymn through the void.

Taufik wasn't gentle. He wasn't cruel. He was absolute.

And as their bodies came together, it felt like the universe exploded.

"Umnh~"

Death's nails scratched Taufik's back, and new stars seemed to flare to life.

Taufik's lips traced Death's neck, and black suns died quietly.

Each thrust, each measured breath, was a declaration that transcended the mortal coil, a vow that challenged the very laws of existence.

"Mmm-hmm~"

Her cries filled the realm, powerful, aching, full of something ancient and new.

"Nnngh~"

With every thrust, every trembling gasp, she unraveled and reformed.

"You are not my end!" Taufik growled, driving into her with relentless certainty.

"You are not above me!" Death shouted back, her voice sharp as lightning.

And then it came...

"Uhhmmnn~" She moaned, long, "AHHH~" loud, full of power, and the sound echoed through the stars.

A sound that reverberated like a haunting melody across the void, a blend of beauty and terror that left time itself gasping.

This was no mere act of pleasure; it was a rebellion, a sacred violation of cosmic law.

This was defiance.

This was two Concepts colliding.

And for the first time, Death, ever the eternal sovereign, cried.

Not from pain.

Not even from joy.

But from the profound realization that, in his arms, she finally understood what it meant to live.

When the storm finally broke, when the world stilled again, they lay tangled together in a realm that didn't exist before, formed from shadow and starlight, born of fire and frost.

Taufik held her close, his breath slow against her shoulder.

"Now you know what it means," Taufik said softly, lips brushing her skin. "To belong to nothing… But the fire inside"

Death laughed quietly, though her eyes were wet. "You talk too much"

"And you fall too easily"

"I never fall," She whispered.

"You did this time"

A silence followed, filled only by the fading echoes of the realm they created.

Then Death said it, softly, but without hesitation. "I hate you"

Her fingers curled around his.

Taufik closed his eyes and smiled. "Good"

And still, she didn't let go.

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No one knew how long it had passed.

In this place, where time held no sway and the stars had forgotten how to shine, two beings lay in silence, wrapped in each other's presence, not warmth.

There was no need for warmth here.

Taufik and Death.

Freedom and Inevitability.

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Taufik was the first to move. His eyes opened with quiet clarity, not from rest, but from will.

His bare form rose in silence, unaffected by shame or modesty.

With a flick of his fingers and a ripple of thought, clothes manifested, woven not from fabric but from sheer intent.

His Imagination Magic answered him effortlessly.

His katana appeared in his hand, its edge humming with quiet recognition, and he took a step away from where Death still lay upon the formless ground.

"...Are you going to go?" She asked.

He didn't look back.

"Are you going to forbid me?" He replied, voice calm, almost too calm.

He didn't need to look to know, she wasn't sleeping. Sleep was a mortal illusion. Beings like them… Didn't sleep.

There was silence. A silence that wasn't empty, but full. Heavy.

"If I asked..." She said slowly, like she was feeling her words as she spoke them, "Would you stay here with me?"

Taufik paused.

His hand tightened just slightly around the hilt of his katana. Not in resistance but in restraint.

"I doubt I can," he answered. "Like I said, I have family. I have responsibilities"

A long breath, unnecessary, but she drew it anyway.

"Then..." Her voice was different now. Softer. Not the cold finality of Death, but the uncertain tremor of someone who had never needed to ask before.

"Then... What am I to you now?"

Taufik turned, slowly.

She had risen to sit, her long black hair flowing like stilled mist, her eyes holding more than shadows now, holding something raw. Something unsure.

He looked at her, not as a concept. Not as Death.

But as the one who had trembled under his touch. The one who had cried out his name not in pain or fear… But in wonder.

"You're the proof," he said quietly, "That even inevitability can be touched… And changed"

She looked away.

"That's not an answer."

"No," Taufik admitted, sheathing his Katana. "It's a truth"

He stepped forward, knelt in front of her, not as a warrior, not as a god, but as himself.

And with gentleness foreign to Death, he cupped her face.

"I don't know what this is yet," He said. "But I know what it's not"

"And what's that?"

"A mistake"

She blinked. A tear, not made of water, but of starlight, slipped down her cheek.

"Then go," she whispered. "Before I make it one"

He leaned in, pressed his forehead to hers, just for a moment.

"I'll return"

"... You better not die"

"I won't," He smirked, rising. "Death would never forgive me"

And just like that, he turned and unsheathed his katana once more.

With a single swing, the blade cut through the fabric of reality. A wound in the void, shimmering with quiet power, widened into a fully formed portal, its edges humming, flickering with unstable light.

But just before stepping through, Taufik glanced back over his shoulder.

"...If you don't mind," He said, his voice calm, almost hesitant, "Can I ask you something?"

Death tilted her head slightly, curious. "Hmm?"

"...What happened to Hercules' soul... The one you took that day?"

She blinked. "Why are you asking?"

"No real reason," Taufik said, shrugging faintly. "I just wanted to know"

A pause. Then, flatly: "His soul is still with me. Why? You want to take it with you?"

"Do you mind?"

Death stared at him a moment longer, then exhaled, an invisible sigh that stirred the edge of the portal.

"... If it's you, I don't care"

"Then… If you're willing, would you transfer his soul to Hades' Domain?"

Another pause. Her expression is unreadable.

"... I can do that"

Taufik nodded. "Alright. Thank you in advance"

And with no further words, he stepped through the portal, the portal closing behind him like a breath drawn in reverse, leaving Death alone once more.

But not untouched.

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