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30 Seconds To Hell

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Reads 24
Votes 3
Parts 2
Time 7m

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30 seconds, that's all it'll take for him to die. 29 seconds. Time passes by as I watch him recite his final speech. 20 seconds. I bring my cloak above my eyes, my scythe in my hand, I walk through the door, it squeals as I open it. 10 seconds.
My Job is to watch and wait for your death, my job is to guide you down the dark path to hell where you'll finish your journey.All Rights Reserved

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Knock! Knock! Death On Your Doorstep by elven_priestess

In the middle of a lively night, can you guess what's about to come? In the middle of the busy street, do you realize there is something in the dump? Shane Hoseinzade was peacefully sleeping on the floor when three conservative, loud knocks echoed inside. Would he open the door? On the other side, someone wearing a black cloak and holding a giant scythe is standing on the doorstep. With head bowed down, a pair of mismatched eyes glowed while staring at the door. Patiently waiting for the target to open the door. If you hear three violent knocks on your door at exactly midnight, would you dare to open the door?

Wretched & Divine by Asparagus070

Within this life you meet many people, see many faces, hear many names. Not many mean much in the end. I'm the one you always see last. The one who hides in plain sight I'm the one who creates your future but lives trapped by the past. The one who sees no light I am Death. Although this is my story it's focused on my heritage and those that I meet along my way. This is my journey to the next stage of my immortal plain because your destiny doesn't stop when you die, sometimes that's when it begins.

Death's Scars by brandyanime

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2Moons - Dark Moons by Sakura_D

I have waited for him for many human lifetimes, waited so long for him to fulfil his promise, waited for him to come back to me. I kept walking in the dark, in the cold, alone. "The soul can not die, his soul will return." But there are secrets and once born souls can change. It can change, as long as he will love me again. Time has passed and he is before me, this time I will not let him go. This time death will not take him from me. This time he will be mine.

Love & Pain (BTD Strade x Reader) by hopeless_wisteria

It was just supposed to be a fun night out at a bar to cure your growing melancholy. But everything changed when you met him. When you met Strade. When he abducted you, your life took a turn for the worst. And little did you know, not even death could save you from this nightmare

A Steal From Death by SchLilla

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The Pact - Dark Roads, Book One by BrantwijnSerrah

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