Death him self

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Death had just got in to his lair of your wildest dreams . Anything you wanted to see in his lair it would appear. His lair looked lovely it was like wilderness with waterfall rocks and trees . His room was like a cave but fake . It was very dark inside but a big bed , he lit his candle . And sat at his desk and pulled out a picture of Angel and things about her , basically everything about her. She was beautiful but something told him she had to die . Or become... one of them an angel of death. Death was just going make her take his hand because if you touch the hand of death you,.. well die . He is now gonna have fun , death always was happy when people were suffering because of him. The fear in there eyes made him very happy about his job. Death always liked the forest so anyone that walked in the forest and looked like they were lost he made them insane. Whispering their name make them tear and run for there life. Until it became unfunny any more he acted like he was going to help them . They took his hand and a swirl of black field there vision . He then greeted them to their new life in the forest of ghost. The thought made him smile each and every time that is why his house was like the woods . He walked out of his cave (room) he looked at the lake that was on the other side of his lair . The lake was beautiful but if you look closer you found bones of every victim he had . Death took of his cloak and went to one of the rocks close by he went back to his room and look at himself in the mirror . His eyes were pitched black . He looked into his own eyes and chuckled "just like my soul" . Death looked and studied his face , and remembered some of his past before he became death . His name was alfred he always had his mother around a loving and caring woman , his sister two years younger than him , Alfreds father was never around as much . He had work all the time to keep his family alive and well . Alfred and his family never knew what his father did . It was always a secret but his father always smelt of pennies , maybe his father was counting money or killed someone it always made him think his father was a murderer. Alfred came home one day to see his dad there for the first time , but no sign of his sister or mother any where ." Son I one day I won't be around any more and you will take my job . "Alfreds father brought him down stairs in to the basement to find his mother and sister with their necks sliced and wrist . Alfred calmly looked at his father then the ground with tears in his eye . He looked at the bat then his father again who was enjoying the sight of the two corpses. Alfred grabbed the bat and hit his father multiple times inn the head causing him to die . Alfred knew he was dead but kept beating him . He dropped the bat and ran into the woods and cried. He had no body anymore. A thought hit him he was gonna do what he thought was right . You know play God for awhile he grabbed his father's cloak and left never to be seen again. Alfred sold his soul to the devil making him death , he never went by the name Alfred again . The 17 year old murderer he was destined to be . He looked at him self in the mirror tears wanting to come out but snapped out of it . He grabbed his cloak and went back out to the streets.




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