Prologe

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Your P.O.V age 9

Kid was showing me how he makes beelzebub. (IDK how to spell it)

"Go on (y/n) try it." Kid said.

I nodded and tried.

"It worked! I did it!" I yelled seeing a (f/c) skateboard.

"Good jod!" he said.

"Kid we have to go." Lord Death called.

"Where are you going?" I asked.

"We're moving (y/n). To Death City." Kid said looking at the floor.

They left and I started crying.

"(y/n) honey, what's the *Cough* matter?" mom asked.

I stopped and saw her out of bed.

"Nothing just go back to bed. I'll bring you some tea!" I said running into the kitchen.

'He's gone my, only friend. Gone.' I thought pouring mom's tea. I walked into mom's room and saw her asleep. I giggled and kissed her forehead. 'She's so cold' I thought putting my hand on her cheek. She was freezing. I panicked, I put my hand over her mouth. She wasn't breathing. I backed up and fell to the floor crying. After 10 minutes of crying I finally got up and grabbed a shovel. I went out back and started digging. I finished and went to get mom. I picked her up and carried her to her gave. I put her in it and buried her.

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