Lawrence_Redgrave
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Death was never something that was constantly roaming his mind. Life is too short to weigh the mind with the very ending that would come to everyone. But when he finds himself lying on the ground, bleeding, the warmth leaving his body with every single drop of blood that escaped, it became the only thing that he was certain would happen.
For a moment, there was nothing. Then, there was her, dressed in a cloak darker than night that flowed like mist at the tips, her face obscured by a hood, flames orbiting around the entity like tiny suns that illuminated the space around them.
Her voice was like a river's gentle stream, steady and calm, echoing from everywhere and nowhere at once as she spoke of a new chance that was granted to him by "the council," along with three wishes in honor of the good actions that preceded his death.
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A/N: I don't own Terraria or Highscool DxD.
Anything in my story that are identical to anyone else's work is is coincidental and/or non intentional.
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