Allison was sitting on her new fluffy, cotton bed. She wore a white, casual dress, and was reading a book silently. Though she didn't admit it, she missed Grim terribly.
She was interrupted by a soft knock at the door.
"Come in."
The door slowly creaked open. She faced the doorway.
Before dropping everything on the ground and running at the visitor full speed.
It wasn't just one of those annoying angels, coming to deliver mail, clothing, or a nice warm meal for her.
It was Grim.
"So. . Lucifer, God, and I made a decision."
"What decision?"
Grim smiled under his cloak.
"You're coming with me, Allison."
Allison squealed, as if she were merely a young child once again, before flinging herself at him and crying. As they set foot outside and everyone said their goodbyes, they ascended down the staircase. Hand in hand.
Father and Daughter.
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Spiritual"Grim, where are we?" The ground was cold, coated thickly with dead grass, practically burned to a crisp. The trees around him were all dead, yet on them grew leaves just as dark as their bark. ". . Dear child, where we are is not a safe place." "Wh...
