Yay! Another one!
Crimson blood runs down silver bells. The smell of death hangs in the air like a cloak, his cloak. It's all he's ever known. Death. Such a simple word, such simple meaning. It is all he has ever known, his name. His meaning in life, or afterlife. Those who do not understand him fear him. But why fear death. Humans believe that with enough 'science', they can receive immortality.
They are wrong. There is no science, only magic and knowledge.
Blood coating his Scythe and body. Looking down at his victim whose life he had taken, he feels nothing. Turning around to leave the dark alley he sees something that will forever change him.
A GIRL.
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Okay, this one is actually VERY short. But I like it so it's staying.
Peace :-"
