Dancing with Death

Dancing with Death

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Death was often misunderstood, he was always taken for a cruel heartless entity. But that was not the case. He adored the living, he adored the beauty of the world. The flora, the fauna. It brought a smile to his cold lips. He would hide around trees or corners to watch Life, his counterpart, bring beauty into this world. His favorite, he loved to watch the flowers bloom and the leaves fall off the tree's for fall. Death himself cannot touch any of what he adores with his hands, or it will wilt and die. He wears gloves to conceal his dreadful power.. He must watch from a distance.
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What happens after you've saved the world? Even if you are an all-powerful being or vampire or some cross of any supernatural creature you've come in contact with? Normal life, apparently. But living a long life and seeing societies and their concepts of relationships, sexuality, and love change throughout the centuries means that normal life is... subjective. This is the SPICY version of the story, mature for violence and sexually explicit scenes. Read responsibly. ;)

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