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Last published Sun, Mar 12, 2023
,,665. That is her name."
,,Her?"
,,Yes, her name."
,,Sir, with all due respect, you know that there has never been a female Death... Females are....too emotional for this"
,,Well she won't be."
,,But Sir, it's in their genes."
,,I SAID SHE WON'T BE EMOTIONAL!!! SHE WILL BE PERFECT FOR THIS!!"
The two figures were arguing in front of a crib. The little girl looked up at them confused. She couldn't be older than 2 months.
The taller figure reached in the crib, but before he could even touch her, she started screaming and....glowing....
The figure instantly retraced it's hand hissing and frowning. The glow she was emitting was becoming brighter and brighter causing the two men to close their eyes. The girls screams became louder and louder.
After a few moments all that could be heard was silence. The figures opened their eyes only to see that the girl wasn't in the crib anymore.
She was gone.
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