Nothing to Cover, So Go Sort Your Affairs

Nothing to Cover, So Go Sort Your Affairs

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(Hook) Being death isn't easy. Especially when you get kicked out and get sent into the world of humans. Then it was a total accident and now your fellow demons are trying to Hunt you down and kill you. Then, a human girl realizes that you are death. Then, it all gets a little wobbly. "W-w-who or what are you?" She shouted with a knife in her hands. Daniel turned around surprised. Now that he was human, that little thing could hurt him. But why not intimidate? "Oh, I'm Death. You know the guy in a hood who kills you and takes you to the underworld." He said sarcastically. "What was all that flashing lights I saw earlier? " She lowered he knife. Daniel walked over to her. She put the knife back up. It was now at Daniels throat. Daniel grabbed the knife and dropped it. "No questions. Please. All I need is a place to sleep. You'll be completely safe."
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I laugh at you pitiful humans who scurry about this Earth with out a purpose seeking only life, but finding only death. I welcome death. I know what is coming, and the Goddess of Darkness will welcome me into her kingdom when I die. For now, I serve her purpose. I fight wars in her name, and serve as her avatar when needed. When she first came to me, she burned the love out of my heart. Now I find only humor in silly human affections. Love. It's such a short and despicable word. Maybe I could just enjoy fighting until I died, if it wasn't for the city. My city. My own corrupted city that cast me out for saving one of the city's own. The city I spit upon for its treatment of the gods and goddesses chosen people. I swear that one day, I will come back. Something must be done, and maybe, just maybe, the Goddess of the Absence of Light might choose me as her instrument of salvation, or destruction.

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