Maybe there's a way for me to get the orginal Death to take my place again. I'd have to force the switch upon him though.
But...how can I possibly find him in Hell? It's not like each soul has a tracking device embedded into it and you can just search up the tracking number on a computer.
I need to fish out some intel on how to make someone else take my place, see if any of the wise dark lords or powerful warlocks in this world know any spells. Then, once I find my temporary replacement, I can turn into a ghost and be sent to Hell and find the bastard.
I mean, I'm pretty sure I'll be sent to Hell. I know damn well I didn't do any good deeds during my life. Not that I can remember at least.
I walk to the other side of my room and reach for the old dial-up phone.
I really wish they'd update their appliances already.
After it rang twice, he answers.
"Hey Raph, how are you?" I say.
"Matthew, why the hell are you calling me? I thought we had a falling out. Don't you remember you "accidentally" killed my pet goblin?" he snapped.
Ugh. He still remembers that. That stupid creature always kept staring at me and taking my scythe and playing with it as if it were a toy. So one day when I was at Raphael's house, I got his pet goblin to play a "game" with me. I told him to stand inside a closet and knock on the door, and I had to figure out which hand he used. Luckily it sounded amusing to him, so he agreed and went inside the closet. The closet I had turned into a death trap. Once he knocked on the door, one hundred spikes as sharp as needles popped out on his side and the door moved towards him and killed him instantly. And I made sure to soundproof the small room before he stepped in, just to make sure Raph didn't hear anything.
Unfortunately, he found out when I was just leaving his house that day when he was calling for his poor pet goblin and he didn't arrive. Once I heard him shout, I had already disappeared immediately. He knew I had a deep hatred for his goblin, which just made matters worse for me. I have no idea why I tried to convince him that it was an accident.
"Yeah, I uh, I remember..." I said trailing off. "Look, I'm sorry but he was asking for it. I'll get you another pet goblin, one that doesn't bother me."
"Matt, that's the only reason I loved that goblin. He bothered the hell out of you!" Raph said bursting out into laughter.
"Seriously? You asshole," I said angrily. I sighed heavily. "Raph, listen, I need you to help me find the guy that made me become Death. I'm sick and tired of this life and this job, I just want to end it already. So will you please help me? You're the best damn warlock in this entire realm."
I hear silence for a few seconds after I said that. He knows it's true, I mean he is the greatest warlock I've ever met so far. All the other ones are great, but their magic doesn't get anywhere near as powerful as his.
"Hmm, " I finally hear him say. "Alright, I'll help you. Not because I want you to be happy, but because I want to get rid of you for killing my wonderful goblin." I hear a little sadness in his voice after he mentioned the goblin. He must really miss him.
Oh well, as long as he's helping me leave this hell of a life.
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The Untold Story of Death
ParanormalMatt, a guy in his mid-20s, is just like the other typical guys you hear about or see at a bar; a heavy drinker, pervert, and he wouldn't dare call a girl back after having sex with her. Why would he when he doesn't even remember her name? But after...
