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There is no time concept here, no way to know how old I am. Some say I am 14 years old and some say 14,000 years. You never know when your in the underworld with the scariest thing to every human being and living soul, sir Death. Yes it's true. I am Willow, the daughter of death. And well it's a secret, I am scared of many things I shouldn't if I am the next grim reaper. But I have you to tell and I can trust you? I bet. But yeah I am not hot if you are thinking of me. I have bone white milky skin and long pure black hair that goes down almost to my butt and it's super straight. I always wear my pure black cloak with my long spear made of silver for the blade and jet for the shaft. I am super skinny yet I have s muscular shape. But I don't like me. I don't want to scare people when it's thief time to go. I want to make them feel at peace and feel that they lived a good life so they can relax and be one with the world in the after life or be reincarnated into a happier and peaceful second life. I am not like my father, I am not ruthless and just take the soul, I want to comfort the soul before they come with me. But if I don't do my job.... Daddy said I would be reborn into a suicidal 14 year old and live the rest of my life in a humans body.

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⏰ Last updated: Jun 23, 2015 ⏰

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