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2025-10-20 12:02:11The Devil Always Collects
°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ They say when you make a deal with the devil, you never walk away clean. I just didn’t think the price would come drenched in blood, whispering my name like it meant salvation. “Please… don’t leave me like this,” he begged. Blood slicked his hands, dripping down his wrists, staining the floor like a confession no one could dare wash away. The smell of iron filled the room, clinging to the back of my throat until I could taste it. “I’ll do anything for you, Leah. Anything.” He took a shaky step closer, his boots sliding a little on the red mess between us. I wanted to move back, to put space between us and what he had done, but my legs felt welded to the floor. He reached out, fingers trembling, and caught my chin between them. The warmth of his touch smeared blood across my skin. “See?” he breathed out, smiling. “You don’t have to be afraid anymore. I fixed it. I fixed everything.” There was pride in his voice, twisted and childlike, as if he truly believed this nightmare was some sort of gift. My voice barely scraped past my lips. “What did you fix?” He beamed. “Everything.” The word hung in the air like smoke, impossible to breathe through. My knees almost gave out. My heart pounded so violently I thought it might crack my ribs open. I could hear it, the… Thud. Thud. Thud. Like the echo of footsteps running from something that couldn’t be outrun. He leaned closer, dragging his nose along the curve of my ear. His breath was warm, sticky with the scent of copper and smoke. “You don’t hate me, right? Leah.” When I didn’t answer, when all he could hear was the tremor in my breathing, he pulled back just slightly. His grip tightened, forcing my chin upward until my eyes met his. Then, softer, almost tenderly, he asked again, “You don’t hate me, right? Leah?” °❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ DISCLAIMER This is a work of fiction intended for mature audiences. All names, characters, places, organizations, and events depicted in this book are either products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or to actual events or locales is purely coincidental. This story contains scenes and themes that may be disturbing to some readers, including depictions of violence, trauma, emotional distress, and adult situations. Reader discretion is advised. The author does not condone or glorify any acts of violence, abuse, or illegal behavior portrayed within these pages. These elements are included solely for the purpose of exploring the psychological and emotional dimensions of the characters and the story. UPDATE SCHEDULE -ˋˏ ༻❁༺ ˎˊ- You’ll be receiving daily updates, though occasionally I might miss a day or two. At times, there may also be a batch release of chapters. I promise to do my best to stay consistent ٩(⸝⸝ᵕᴗᵕ⸝⸝)و*̣̩⋆̩*
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All Of Us Are Dead CHAPTER 43: More Like A Curse
SILAS °❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ There are a lot of things I expected to run into in the afterlife. Floating grandpas. Judgmental angels. Maybe even that dog I kicked when I was ten. But what I didn’t expect? A former subordinate. It was right after being separated from Leah by the game master, because the game was supposed to be fair. I hated being separated from her. But what’s new? I’ve been hating a lot of things lately. The others shuffled around me after the push Off the line game, limping, panting, crying, bleeding… you know, the usual afterparty. Then a guard approached from the edge with his black uniform, heavy boots, and mask covering half his face. Standard issue game-lackey. But the way he walked… it was like someone who knew me. He stopped right beside me, and before I could ask who the hell he thought he was, he spoke quietly, his voice low and familiar in the way a stranger shouldn’t be. “Silas.” My brows shot up. “That’s bold of you,” I said. “Using my name like we’re
All Of Us Are Dead CHAPTER 42: Me?
She suddenly twisted and grabbed my wrist. “Shit,” I cursed under my breath. Not giving me a moment to think, she yanked me and I flew forward, slamming onto my knees, the stone floor tearing my skin open. I gasped. She held my wrist like a vice. If she dragged me one more inch— No. No. NO. I dug my nails into her hand, kicked backward, anything, everything. She didn’t even flinch. “I’m ending this,” she snarled and hauled me up. I saw the chalk line right there next to my foot. One shove. One breath. One heartbeat. I curled my knee, pulled my leg back, and kicked—hard—into the side of her knee. Something popped and she shouted, her grip loosening as pain shot up her leg. I used the opportunity to wrenched free, stumbled upright, and shoved her back with both hands. She stumbled and slid… One foot landing outside the circle. The alarms screamed. It was… over. I just stood there staring, chest rising and falling so fast I thought I’d pass out on the s
All Of Us Are Dead CHAPTER 41: Shit
When the screen finally flashed my number, I thought I would panic. I thought my stomach would drop, or my legs would freeze, or that I would choke on my own breath the way I did every time a teacher called my name in school. Or when I was called to HR back when I was still alive.But none of that happened.Instead… I felt nothing.Like someone had reached inside my chest and pulled the cord connecting me to reality. Every emotion—fear, dread, disgust, the instinct to run—just fell quiet inside me.I was hollow.Maybe that was acceptance. Maybe I had already died before stepping into the circle.Numbers echoed across the room in the Game Master’s booming voice, and the spotlight rotated until it landed on me and the person and 0269. Fate really had a sick sense of humor.Someone nudged me gently from behind and only then did I realize I hadn’t moved. My feet were glued to the floor. I forced one step forward, then another. I wasn’t walking into a circle—I was walking into my own fune
All Of Us Are Dead CHAPTER 40: God, I Was Such An Idiot
They marched us into another hall that was bigger than the last, echoing with that hollow emptiness that made me feel like my bones were hollow too. The floor was smooth stone and polished, almost reflective. In the very center of the hall was a huge white circle, drawn thick like the kind of chalk line cops draw around bodies at crime scenes.Olympic death games, perhaps.The Game Master walked ahead, tapping the cane he carried against the ground, almost bouncing with excitement.Some people were already whispering, trying to guess the challenge.He turned toward us, eyes shining with playfulness.“Welcome!” he announced. “To the next round. The rules are simple.”He tapped his cane once in the middle of the circle.“One on one. Each team enter… only one stays in the ring. Push your opponent out, and you win. If you leave the circle, you lose.”He spun, clapping his hands together once.“Last teammate standing survives. The losing member…”He let the sentence trail into silence, li
All Of Us Are Dead CHAPTERS 39: 00:04:02
°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･I attempted another sip of soup and tried not to think about what flavor it was supposed to be. Artificial “nutrient”? When the light blinked. It happened so fast I barely registered the drop in temperature before the inevitable voice boomed through the speakers: “Beloved players! How lovely to see everyone eating so well!” Forks froze mid-air and someone at the next table flinched hard enough to drop their spoon. But there was no point complaining. I swallowed the last mouthful out of pure instinct. Might as well. No telling when we’d get another meal. The worst part was how automatic it felt. Like I was already being conditioned. 0269 stretched, wiped her hands on her pants, and grabbed her tray with one hand. “Come on,” she said. “Better move.” She didn’t have to tell me twice. I stood, falling into the slow shuffle of bodies heading toward the exit. The air felt tight, but then again, everything here did. We filed in, taking spots among the crowd. Everyone wai
All Of Us Are Dead CHAPTER 38: Honestly, Same
I hugged the blanket tighter, staring at the dull light overhead. The dorm was quiet, the tension from earlier still humming in the corners.I couldn’t sleep anyway. Might as well talk.“You… ever scared?” I asked, voice quiet, almost timid.She chuckled softly, the sound low and amused. “Scared? Yeah. Everyone’s scared.”I let that settle in my mind and swallowed. We stayed quiet for a while, then started talking again about stupid and random things that felt too normal for a place like this.She talked about how she couldn’t sleep unless she was lying on her back, one arm over her head. She demonstrated it right there on my bunk, and I had to bite back a laugh because she looked so annoyingly comfortable.I told her I hated the sound of people chewing loudly. She said she once nearly punched someone for that. I wasn’t sure if she was joking.We talked about the beds being too hard, the cold metal floor, the weird smell of the dorm, the way the walls hummed like they were alive. We
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