"Welcome back, Kate. We need to stop meeting like this. Honestly, people will start talking." I was standing in a red and black room. It was lite with a red flame up on the ceiling. The bed on the right of me had black sheets and red pillows. The walls were red. The dresser was a odd shade of brown that didn't match the room at all. I was standing in front of Mora. He sat on his bed. He wore black leather everything. He still wore his hood over his eyes and a black cape on his back.
"What do you want? Where am I?" I asked the God of Death. He chuckled and stood up. He smiled under his hood, a devilish smile.
"This is my bedroom, sweetie. Their is nothing I want from you. I just needed a friend here. It does get very lonely here." He said, lifting my chin to face him with his hand. He studied me
For a minute.
"This is a dream. Your not real."
"Oh, hon. Im very much real. This isn't a dream you can wake up from this time." He replied, creasing my cheek with his hand. His smiled widened, making the scar on his face stretch. I didn't push him away. I didn't know what to do. What the hell would anybody do when Death himself is smiling at you like he is ready do something naughty to you, while creasing your cheek. His smile broadened to show white teeth and he chuckled.
"Your so adorable. No wonder Victor fell for you." Mora said, walking to his bedroom door.
"You must stay here. Ill have a Knight to watch over you." He said, shutting the door behind him as he left. I sighed and sat on his bed.
It has been exactly three minutes after Mora left that the door burst open. One of his Knights came in and slammed the door behind him.
"So, How is it like serving Death himself?"
"Its not bad. At least i had more fun when I was alive." He said. My brain
Itched at his voice, like I should know who it belonged it.
"Who ere you when you were alive?" I asked, my heart thumping excitedly. I took shallowed breaths to calm my heart. Nothing worked. My brain screamed and scratched for a memory I have barred long ago. I stared at him questionably.
He sighted.
"He is going to kill me. Again." He said, threw gritted teeth. He flung his hood over. Blond hair and green eyes that were so familiar to me, my heart stopped. My blood stopped for a brief second.
"Blazer."
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The Dark Knight
PertualanganKate was an young girl in the small village of Camelot. She was living with her father and she was happy. Victor was an leader of an dark order. His heart was cold and shut out. His word was law. When these two souls collide, what will hap...
