Hadriana Potter, Girl-who-lived, Experiment 11, Wizard, Troll Slayer, Philosopher's Soulbound, Basilisk Slayer, Basilisk Survivor, Triwizard Participant, Triwizard Champion, Umbridge Slayer, Super-Soldier, Killer, Murderer, Monster, Girl-who-Conquered, Master of Death, Archmage, Dark Lord, Abomination, Warlock, Genius, Tech-Billionaire, Super-Genius, Survivor, Ravager, Adriana Creed Romanov. No titles matter in the face of extinction, of death and destruction, in front of her. She is no master of death, more of death's enforcer and friend, no matter how fucked up the friendship is. Nothing matters as she watch's the world she loves destroy itself and watch as the earth loses life and all that's left is a nuclear, radioactive, desert wasteland. Her only option is death, and by the only thing left standing, even if it's underground.
They used my vulnerability against me. They used that weapon, to make me accept their stupid idea. And I of course, accepted it, I didn't even know what they were going to do.
They tugged and poked and even shoved their disgusting finger in your wound, just to see you cry. To see you change. No pitty in their eyes. They just continue. They drag you around with metal chains, hit you and turn you into a experiment.
But I had enough of the tugging, the clawing, the moaning, the crying and pleading for them to stop, but simply feeding them with our pain. They turned me into something, that neither do they know what I am.
Their afraid of me, of my reflexes, my strength. I killed a lot of them. They say I have a cold heart, that I don't feel nothing.
That's why they call me:
Death
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Death. A teen girl, pitch black hair, black eyes, white skin. Her height is 5'8. People are scared of her, not just because of her strength but because of they way she kills.
She lived in this hell hole, where they take her to rooms. Examine. Fight. She knows she won't be able to entertain them for long. She decides to run.
Soul. Brown hair as mud, blue eyes as the sky. Hight 6'2. Tanned and toned body. Death's best friend in the hell hole they're in, he's as cold as she is. But shows a bit of sympathy. Well... More than her at least.
He's been there for her, ever since she entered this place of crap. They're the two most feared. As some people say, they're a perfect couple. Killing. Fighting. Cold hearted creatures. Also known as D and S.
Why? That's what your going to find out, joining this adventure with D and S.