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Ahh, yes. I'm back! This will be written a lot like a comic, so many short chapters released

overtime.
-Devon

"The thing is, dear, I have a tight schedule. So, hurry up and die."
A strange thing to hear, I know, right? but, it's what I heard one morning as I opened my eyes. My first reaction was surprise. It's not often people are annoyed by my inability to die. Except for that one man in that bar... But, anyways, I digress. The source of the voice was a hooded figure leaning against the wall of my plain and simple room. I blinked my eyes, tired, and frowned at the figure.
"Uh, what now?"
"Yes. Please, hurry up and die. I have another 20 souls waiting to be collected." With every word the figure spoke, it raised more questions than answers.
"W-who exactly are you?"
The figure gave a laugh. "Well, I'm Death." The figure leaned forward, and took their hood off. They looked nothing like Death.

When most people think of Death, I'm sure they think of a skeleton, or an old man, or something like that. Well, I can tell you first hand, Death is a woman. She was about my age, maybe 17 or so, and she had long brown hair and dark grey eyes. Her hair spiled over her black robes. She smirked at me.
"Well, hun? You're being very stubborn." I frowned at her and tilted my head. She sighed in exasperation. "Oh hell... It's not hard. You're already dead. You've been dead since last night. Just give up." I really wanted to listen to her, honest, but... she was talking about dying. Not exactly a walk in the park. I felt a burning sensation in my gut, and I grunted in pain. She smiled at me.
"Look dear. I can take your pain away." I frowned. I wasn't a fool. Honestly. She's death! I know what that means! I didn't want to die!
"H-how?" I asked. Then, she did something that made me either want to puke, or smile. She kissed me.

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Ahh, yes. I'm back! This will be written a lot like a comic, so many short chapters released

overtime.
-Devon

"The thing is, dear, I have a tight schedule. So, hurry up and die."
A strange thing to hear, I know, right? but, it's what I heard one morning as I opened my eyes. My first reaction was surprise. It's not often people are annoyed by my inability to die. Except for that one man in that bar... But, anyways, I digress. The source of the voice was a hooded figure leaning against the wall of my plain and simple room. I blinked my eyes, tired, and frowned at the figure.
"Uh, what now?"
"Yes. Please, hurry up and die. I have another 20 souls waiting to be collected." With every word the figure spoke, it raised more questions than answers.
"W-who exactly are you?"
The figure gave a laugh. "Well, I'm Death." The figure leaned forward, and took their hood off. They looked nothing like Death.

When most people think of Death, I'm sure they think of a skeleton, or an old man, or something like that. Well, I can tell you first hand, Death is a woman. She was about my age, maybe 17 or so, and she had long brown hair and dark grey eyes. Her hair spiled over her black robes. She smirked at me.
"Well, hun? You're being very stubborn." I frowned at her and tilted my head. She sighed in exasperation. "Oh hell... It's not hard. You're already dead. You've been dead since last night. Just give up." I really wanted to listen to her, honest, but... she was talking about dying. Not exactly a walk in the park. I felt a burning sensation in my gut, and I grunted in pain. She smiled at me.
"Look dear. I can take your pain away." I frowned. I wasn't a fool. Honestly. She's death! I know what that means! I didn't want to die!
"H-how?" I asked. Then, she did something that made me either want to puke, or smile. She kissed me.