[ WP ] Confronted with Death , he offers you a second chance at life upon completion of a trial . He lays in front of you three paths to choose from : blood , sweat , or tears .

Harry looked at the 3 jars on the bench before him. 1 was filled with a deep red liquid. It seemed thin, and a quarter of it was empty. The 2nd was filled with what appeared to be incredibly misty water, bubbles forming at the top. It was filled to the brim, seeming untouched. The 3rd looked similar to the 2nd, it was water as well. However, this liquid was the clearest of the 3. This was the emptiest one, as it was half empty. ( Yes, Harry was a pessimist. ) 
 
 The inscriptions on the grand walls around him peeled off the walls, crawling along the ground like inchworms. Behind the desk, they twirled around each other, building up until they formed a large shadowy clawed hand. The middle of the hand bulged, opened, and revealed a small green singular eye. Harry realised that they both shared similar traits: they both had 1 eye & 1 hand. 
 
 `` Um... hello! I am Death! How are... how are you today?'' 
 
 `` You're Death?'' 
 
 `` Yep. That's me. The Grim Reaper. The Undertaker. Call me whatever.'' 
 
 Harry raised an eyebrow in confusion. 
 
 `` Are n't you supposed to act super creepily?'' 
 
 `` Oh, no. No no no. W-Why does everyone think I'm evil? I just do n't get it! I do n't even kill anyone! No! I just take their souls! That-that's all I do!'' 
 
 Death was getting noticeably more irritated. 
 
 `` Taking souls? That sounds pretty evil to me, bro.'' 
 
 `` No! I take them so they do n't linger in purgatory on Earth forever! I-... Look. You see these... you see these jars? Right there? On the counter?'' 
 
 `` Yep.'' 
 
 `` Great. 1 is filled with... uh... blood. I'm ashamed of that, really. The 2nd jar is full of...'' 
 
 Death closed his eye and sighed. 
 
 ``... sweat. It's filled with sweat. I know. Gross. Who came up with this? OK, so... the third one. That's filled with tears. That one is n't so bad.'' 
 
 Harrys eyes widened, realising the situation he was in. 
 
 `` Where did you get these?'' he stammered, pointing at them and leaning back cautiously. 
 
 `` Does n't matter. Look, I just need you to pick one. Please.'' 
 
 `` No, you sicko!'' Harry screamed, scrunching up his face. 
 
 ``... You're breaking my hearts. All 4 of them. Really. Please, just choose.'' 
 
 `` Fine. I choose sweat.'' 
 
 Death recoiled in shock in disgust, then got extremely pissed in a matter of seconds. 
 
 `` ***REALLY?!? Did you REALLY have to choose SWEAT?!? WHY DO YOU THINK THE SWEAT JAR IS FULL?!? ***'' 
 
 Deaths eye glowed bright red, almost blinding Harry in his only eye. Slowly, it dimmed, and Death took deep breaths that seemed to appear from nowhere. 
 
 `` Fine. FINE. You chose sweat. To receive your trial, yo-'' 
 
 `` Hold up. Trial? You never said anything about a tri-'' 
 
 `` ***OH MY FUCKING GOD WOULD YOU JUST SHUT THE HELL UP AND LISTEN TO WHAT I'M SAYING TO YOU?!?!? ***'' 
 
 Harry backed down. 
 
 `` OK. You have to drink from the jar.'' 
 
 Harry gagged, tears appearing in his eyes. 
 
 `` Hey. You did n't choose tears. Stop crying.'' 
 
 Harry stumbled over to the jar. Her wrapped his hand around the lid, twisting it until it popped off. He lifted the jar up to his lips, hearing the soft crackling of the warm concoction inside the jar. 
 
 *sip* 
 
 Harry threw up inside the jar, placing it back down. 
 
 `` Please tell me that was the trial.'' 
 
 `` Sorry, no. That was just the contract.'' 
 
 [ TO BE CONTINUED ]
