In the footsteps of death ( Izzy)

[Yuki]

Well this was a very unexpected event indeed, never in a million years a Reaper would say a magic oath pledging himself to help her and her sister. Though it was not out of kindness it was just his job as a reaper to make sure every soul was able to rest in peace. That is why he was doing this, to help make sure Zosmia could rest in peace. That is what Kaleo wanted, she wanted nothing more then for Zosmia to find peace and go to the spirit world. Kaleo then took in a deep breath and exhaled, she then smiled and then held out her hand to Izzack. " Alight, I here by accept your vow. Though know this I still refuse for this to take over your life. I will only call upon you when we need help, and I will stay in contact with you to keep you updated. And no I'm asking if that is ok with you.. I'm telling you. Kaleo said kinda just doing the same thing Izzack just did not seeming to care about his feelings about that. It was only fair seeing as he made a oath without asking rather Kaleo and Zosmia liked it or not. Zosmia rolled her eyes and just stared at Izzy, " Fine whatever... Just don't expect any gratitude... " Zosmia said as her gaze turned to a icy cold glare.

[The Izzack]

As soon as his vow was accepted, Izzack pulled his scythe from his back. With one quick movement, he ran his hand along the edge, cutting it. He held up the bloody hand, and let the blood fall to the earth. "The vow has been made, and by this pact am I bound. Should I betray you, let my blood run freely upon this earth, and my life be forfeit. I am your man, Kaleo. From now to until we capture this man." he said, looking at her hand, seeming unsure what to do with it. With that done, he returned his scythe to it's proper place, and turned once more towards Zosima. "This is fair. Many spirits fear what will come of them when they pass, and as such have little gratitude for their shepherd. As such, I don't need your gratitude. Your freedom shall be payment enough." he said, speaking almost warmly. He was beginning to get over this strange emotional dearth, though progress was slow. Perhaps that was for the best, however. Who knows how he would have done if placed in this position with his usual array of emotions. He probably would have ran and hid as soon as the oath was made. It was better this way.