Deathery Mills

Deathery Mills

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deathery mills, she's so called. but her name real name is death. it's exactly how it sounds. she is death. a reaper, satan. whatever you want to call her. it's what she is. she was never born just placed on this earth. haunting is her least favourite thing to do. the only way she haunts is if you stare into her black soulless eyes. she's more of a you're name is on my list i gotta find you and kill you. her hair long and brittle, her body is boney, she always wears black, never look into her eyes for she will claim you as hers, those eyes will send shivers down your spine, bite your tongue and your heart will stop. her name is death. but there's a twist she doesn't really look like this. she looks just like everyone else. normal. human. she has a human form and a monster form. she hides in the shadows. she's alone. she happens to find it quite peaceful.
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The name is Pain, I am a demon, but don't be quick to judge. You humans attach beliefs to someone the instant your eyes fall upon them simply because of what you think you know. I am a demon, yes, but I am not cruel. You, human, are the cruel and wretched one for assuming I am. I am not cruel. I create monsters, but unlike other demons you may know of, I give my monsters what they want, what they think they need to be happy. I am not cruel, and I will prove it by offering you this: whatever you desire. Understand, of course, that you have to learn somehow. I'll give you what you want, but just as you live every day to get older, there has to be some kind of cost. -- What is the cost? Depends... what do you desire? Make the deal with me and then judge if I am cruel or not... --- A collection of short stories.

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