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I'm The Queen of Hell?!

I'm The Queen of Hell?!

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Sat, May 28, 2016
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Fantasy
Typically, bratty Ivy. The most popular girl in Roseberry High school. She gets EVERYTHING she wants. "Prick," "Dramatic b*tch," "Selfish," Those are the nicknames people give her and she doesn't really mind because she knows she's better than any little "ant" in that trashy school. The eyes watch her and likes how she behaves. One day she gets an unexpected message from the Grim Reaper and is shocked by what she hears. She has no choice but to accept the punishment she deserves. People are concerned where the "selfish barbie doll" is, she doesn't know if she can take the pressure of the master eyes watching her. Her surroundings is all pure white but her soul is charcoal black.
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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 -----------------------------------------************************************--------------------------------------------- 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.

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