The King of Death

Kazimir, a Russian boy, is visiting some friends when he's kidnapped and he's beaten to the point of no emotion or return. He hears of a legend from a wolf woman, about a man who will take the woman/man who finds the Death flower. Kazimir questions the woman, but she said the Death flower isn't what is seems... it stands out like a red rose in a blue flower garden, hidden in plain sight. The Death King is known to have long, white hair and he's always seen in snug, black clothing.
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"Sounds suspicious to me." I retorted.

"Oh but he's not, he's been looking for a bride since the Dawn of time Sweetie." The old woman handed me a hairpin. "Get out of here while you still can, if you meet the King of Death and I die, put in a good word for me would ya?" I nod, pick the lock, and run as fast as I can.
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Rated M for language and sexual content