It all started because of that game. It was an erotic game, really. In it, a massive apocalypse happened, filled with monster girls to the brim. And what do these monster girls want? To suck you up dry, of course!
Now, usually in these games, you get sucked up, get a quick session with your pickle, and that's it. But, this game was different. In it, you can choose what to do with the monster after you defeated it. Either you can spare it, or kill it. It was such an interesting concept for me. I decided to go with a neutral route, where I sometimes spare sometimes kill, if you spare you don't get the xp, so it was a bit hard, so I did some killing here and there. I can always replay the game after finishing It, after all. But before I got to the ending, the save file somehow got corrupted.
After a couple of moments of lament, I decided to try again, and save multiple times this time, but I decided to try a full-on full mercy run. Keep it between us, or call me a wimp, but I felt a tang of sadness when I killed those monsters. It felt odd, the voice they made, I mean. When they died, I could literally hear the voice in my head despite me not wearing headphones.
That's why I decided to do a mercy run. But when I tried to boot up the game, the screen suddenly shone bright, almost blinding me.
And now, here I am. Stranded in this god-forsaken place, filled with monsters that can suck me up, both my treasure and my literal soul.
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.