And the Lord gave him Life

And the Lord gave him Life

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Summary: Life changes with every century. And Death hasn't changed in anything at all since its appearance. But, nevertheless, this global difference did not prevent them both from coming to the same decision. __________________ Continue "Life/Death" shipping in the context of the game, Life still is an ofc, no matter how funny it sounds, and poor Reaper continues to forget his meetings with his "mom" :'D There are also reflections on how the Horsemen generally appeared and who formed the "Apocalypse" Inc.. __________________ Fanfiction posted by me on ao3 and Fanphoenix. __________________ Please don't publish my work anywhere without my permission. __________________ https://www.wattpad.com/story/305088703 - Russian version (русская версия).
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"I hate everyone." "Except me, right?" "No, especially you." ⎻⎻⎻⎻⎻⎻⎻⎻⎻⎻ It's funny, isn't it? That when the whole world decides to become infected with a brutal and fatal virus, the real monsters are the ones still alive? Blake Finnegan lost most of his life before the apocalypse anyway. So for him, it's no problem. But can a group of four just as tormented teenagers change his perspective? ⎻⎻⎻⎻⎻⎻⎻⎻⎻⎻ "Genies grant three." "I'll take three." I shrug. "Two." He bargains. "Three." I say sterner. "One." He couldn't look any more relaxed. I almost take up his earlier offer on two. Almost. I'm still too stubborn. "Five." I cross my own arms, covered in dirt. "I-" He stutters, "You're going backwards."

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