Oh Dear,I forgot to introduce myself. I am Death,the Reaper,etc.
I am the one who rips your soul from your dead corpse and carries it to be 'recycled' or 'destroyed'. Those who lived their lives as kind folk or as simple everyday people have their should 'recycled'. If you spent every last day of your life helping others,you've done very well. Your soul is recycled into an even grander life,but next time around it may be destroyed.Now if you decide to be a complete lunatic and cause trouble for others,your soul is destroyed. Forever.
No new life,no second chances.
Now at times I'm allowed to make an exception,try to let a really bad guy get a chance to be happy. I had to give one to Hilter and now he's walking around trying to be president of the U.S.,at least he's blonde now. Can't wait to collect his soul again. I'll take pleasure in destroying it.
The destroying of a soul is very easy. You see the soul is like a small sun held within the body of a human. All I have to do is force it to go supernova. I press it to my nonexistent heart,holding it as it expands slightly then boom! It's gone. Only dust left in its wake.
There's nothing more fun than destroying a soul. It's my favorite part of the job.
Well it use to be. Let me tell you story kids. A story about a little girl named Kat.
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One foot in the Grave
RandomDeath enjoys her time with humans. She enjoys watching them fail,fight,betray and ultimately destroy one another. It brings her joy,till she meets a small young soul. The soul was small,weak and curious. It feared nothing and it puzzled Death. What...