Time was a funny thing, Death concluded. Easing his way through the crowded street, the cobbled roads echoing his every step, he thought of the humans he passed. Perhaps he envied them? In bubbles of ignorant bliss, they followed only their basic instincts, oblivious to the world around them. He could if he wanted to, join them. But, he had more integrity than that, he refused to let jealousy flood his mind. Instead, he carried on his robotic walking. He wished he too could frolick in the sun, bask in the mortals delight, fall in – no, shaking his head, he left that train of thought. Few could do such a difficult job as caring for the dead, he was one in a million.
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Escaping Death
FantasíaDeath seems to live a boring and endless life of chasing souls and taking them to the underworld.. However, this life of his is anything but dull. A never ending stream of clients walk through his doors and some require more persuasion than others.
