I walk through yet another archway,
Walking past a screaming male underneath a Laritione Women.
My shackles burn with each step-made of iron, they sizzle- but since they are so rusted it is not as excruciating, although a lesser Faerie may not say the same.
Light emanates from behind me. A deal struck, debts made. A dumb thing to do in Tech Duinn. I continue to walk- each step bringing me closer.
I walk right into Deaths chambers. We became friends- Death and I did.
He looks up- Death never really smiles, and he only laughs with his eyes.
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