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The trio of Death

Phil's world froze. He let go of the sword, it fell to the ground making a clanking noise. He fell to his knees and cried over his dead son. Killed by his own hands, Phil couldn't believe it, this is how his son would die? The ray of sunshine from Phil's life. (Side note, Techno and Tommy are NOT his kids). His sobs were the only thing audible in the frozen world. Someone touched Phil's shoulder, Phil didn't even look up. He already knew who it was. "Just a few more minutes Grian", Phil said to his long known companion. Grian was the Messenger of Death as many people called him. Whenever someone dies he records it in his notebook and at the end of the day he brings the notebook to the goddess of Death, the keeper of dead souls and Phil's wife. Phil didn't want her to see him like this. In such a weak spot. Grian silently watched Phil cry over his son. He knew he should write down Wilbur's name and move on. But something inside told him to wait a bit longer. Just a bit longer.

An eerie presence washed around the room. The sound of shoes on stone floor was heard. There she was in all her glory, Kristen Trixten. The goddess of death. Her veil that usually covers her round face was gone. Tears could be seen in her eyes as she watched her spouse shed tears over their lost son. Kristin walked over to her husband and hugged him. The two stayed there for a while. Eventually the moved up and the two left to let Grian do his job. Grian looked after them feeling bad. But his duty must be done. So he went over to Wilbur's body. He placed his hand over Wilbur's no longer beating heart. A white ball lifted itself out of his chest. Wilbur's soul light iluminated the room when suddenly it darkened. Grian gasped, he hadn't seen this happen for over 200 years. This soul was going to return to this place one day to finish something tremendous. He could let the mourning couple know it was going to give them hope. Hope which would be crushed as soon as they saw what Wilbur's resurrected soul would do. He grabbed the soul and stuffed it into his bag. He knew he had a long day ahead now. But when had he ever not?