A collection of short stories and made up fairy-tale
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The Reaper stared at the qilin, defiantly sitting on the ground and staring right back at him.
"Honoured Being, this lowly one understand your sentiments. A steadfast companion is a dear treasure. However, there's a set law for all mortal creature. That bird had long went past its lifespan."
"..."
"Honourable Being, please allow this lowly one to carry out my duty."
"..."
Gingerly, the Reaper set his lips to his Death Flute, willing the tune to summon out the soul of the enthusiastically twittering avian from its body.
Nothing really happened. The bird continue to sing happily from its perch on the tip of the sword carried by the qilin.
To be able to assume and indefinitely maintain a human appearance, was a good indicator of the cultivation level of this ornery divine being.
Thus, this outcome was not a surprise. The defeat still stings, however. Especially in front of his young apprentice, watching studiously at his undertaking.
This particular Death had been set in stone a long time ago. However, due to the patronage of the divine qilin, no Reaper dared to approach the bird and attempt a reaping of its soul.
The case had been subtly buried down in a comprehensively calculated choreography by all Reaper involved in the matter.
Until now.
The Reaper sighed mournfully at his misfortune.
And tried again. There's no rush. They have all eternity.
