Barely Dead

Barely Dead

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What would you do when the Grim Reaper comes knocking on your door, and offers you two choices: death, or eternal partnership as a murderer? The coldly charming and insolent Quietus Massacre lives up to his name as the Keeper of Death. He absolutely despises mankind, despite being a human-turned-immortal. In fact, the only reason he tolerates his partner, the boyishly handsome and naïve Gunner Maddox, is merely because they've been together since Gunner was born. They lead simple lives as Reapers, but that changes when his demon companions, otherwise known as Death's Demons, disappear spontaneously, leaving him with no other choice but to turn to mortal support. In a quick ditch effort to regain his power over the balance of life and death, he recruits five humans-Libitina, Adriana, Jackson, Noah, and Vincent. With the help of Gunner, they begin training to work as his personal assassins in exchange for their lives and immortality. Things aren't what they seem, though... What happens when insanity collides with humanity? Hell rises - literally. (Story is not for the faint hearted. Contains inappropriate language, death scenes (as the name implies), et cetera. It also contains a sarcastic sense of humor, morals, and more that-I think-makes up for that. Viewer discretion is advised for those who cannot handle this story. Proceed. Also, it was originally in first person point of view, so I apologize for any mistakes you find. Please inform me of them, and I will correct them as soon as I can. Thank you!)
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"What are you gonna do? Call for help and cry?" He cooed. "Shut the fuck up!" Damsel shoved him away, only to be slammed back against the wall again. "I'm a damsel in distress! Help! Help! Where's my Knight in shining Armour!" Darren mimicked a high-pitched girly voice as he held back his laughter, grinning from ear to ear. He couldn't help but lean down dangerously close to Damsel's face Smiling, causing the younger to scrunch up his nose in disgust in result. Sure, the boy was annoying, but the pure satisfaction of the reactions he could get from the younger set a bomb of butterflies to explode in Darren's stomach. "Darren I'm not in the mood- fuck off!" Damsel spat in his face, the spit landing on Darren's cheek. Blood was rushing to Damsel's head, as he desperately tried to calm down whilst being trapped between the muscled arms resting on the wall behind him. He was flustered to say the least as his heart beat started thumping ever so loudly, Darren's nose just inches away from his. Darren could only scoff as he wiped away the spit that landed on his cheek, flames boiling and evident in his eyes, yet he wasnt sure if it was anger, annoyance, or something else. He aggressively lifted damsel's gaze with a tight grip on the younger's chin. Dominance coated his next words as a smirk grew on Darren's face. "But your knight's right here princess, where are you gonna run off to?" -------------- Damsel prince and Darren Knight. Ironic, right? You wouldn't catch these two getting along even if they were locked up in a closet together; they'd just be trying to rip each-other's throats out. That's just how they were. They'd do any little thing to piss the other off, it didn't matter what, when, or how,they wanted a negative reaction out of the other and that was it. Enemies. Both alphas, both hot-headed, both with anger issues. And both hated eachother. They had far too many similarities. [x]

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