Grasping onto the tree before me - the only tree around here, actually - I take a deep breath, and huff it out when I force my body up. Standing out of the ashes, I brush my clothes and keep straight. Looking up to the great sky of the New World, there is only one single thing I can think of.
I am Death.
Life is my mate,
And Time is my date.
Screw you Fate.
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Death
General FictionWhat do you when you meet Death? What does Death say when it meets you? Say hello Angel of Death, the Fourth Seal, the thing everyone wants to avoid. A life as old as the beginning of times told by Death. From all the meetings Death has had, to the...
