Ch. 11, Death

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"Hello little Y/N~" You looked up to see Death fly down to you. "You've got quite the rowdy creations huh~?" His voice insisted mockery or niceness and you knew it was not niceness. "Stuck~? I'm sure I could hel-" "No!" ...
Silence. "Why not???" He whined. You sighed and rubbed your head, sitting in your throne. One leg over an arm of the chair and your back to the other, tossing the mirror to the side. "Y'know we don't have the best relationship Xander..." you said holding the bridge of your nose. He floated up above you, his dark black hair swinging and his red eyes glowing. "Awe c'mon~ you're still upset? It was only a little fu-" "it was not FUN". You sat normally and slouched holding your face in your hands. He stayed silent. Xander was your killer. How you died in all your eight lives. Drowned, Caught on fire, Strangled, Shot, Stabbed, the other three.... are a bit darker than the others. You knew Xander was only nice to you for your authority. Thinking if he could get close enough to you... you have never let your guard down around him.

"I've said sorry a million times already y/n!" You gave a cold look with some hair falling in your face "and I've said no a million times." The sternness in your voice made him silent. True in those lives you and him were friends. Not the closest, but still close. You knew their was still a sense of genuine kindness in him. You could see it. Literally. His soul as dark as it was hade a faint yellow glow of warmth. He could change if willing, if allowing help. Looking away you knew he wouldn't. You wish he would listen to your options for him. Though all he wanted was power. A world of his own to order around. It wasn't that he wanted to have friends and creations like you- you actually loved every last one of your creations. Which is why it's hard to choose your side right now. What Xander wants is servants. People who will bend at his every will.  He wants People to hurt.

He was long gone by the time you came out of your thoughts. Somewhere in the galaxy. Despite how nice he acts... His soul is full of evil. He was a master of persuasion in that bad way. While all this ruckus was going on with your creations, you felt this would be a bad combination.

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