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"His mistress finally managed to get pregnant some time back. But, when she pleaded with him to spare her, he cut her belly open. Not just her baby, but even her intestines fell out, and she ended up dying on the spot! "When she was dragged out of the dungeon, all she had left was skin and bones. She even carried a foul stench. Just hearing about it made me gag. Then, the female werewolves from the Frosthowl pack disposed of her body in Lake Frostice. "Also, about the Alpha—the werewolves in the Frosthowl pack felt that he was so out of his mind that they deemed him unable to continue holding the position of Alpha. So, they overthrew him.

I say reluctantly. He smirks. “As amusing as it is hearing you call me that, let’s do away with pretences. You may call Ulrich, and yes, I am well aware of the deaths you speak of. I’m impressed you figured it out.” “How long have you known?” I ask in mild surprise. “Nine years. I didn’t figure it out until six years ago but was able to trace back the first occurrence to 1980.” My eyes widen in astonishment. Nine years?! That’s four more years’ worth of deaths Silas and I haven’t even been able to find.

“If you choose to live, you may return to your life. However, I will find you after ten measly years must have passed.” My soul felt a pang. In ten years, I can be with Annatoria in ways I've only imagined. “Choose the other stone…” Death rushed to stand behind me, its upsetting stench threatening to blacken my soul even more. “And you'll cease to exist. Forever erased from the heavens, earths and all realms.” Just as I've always desired. “Death,” I had a question, “if I live, you'll surely find me again. When that time comes, will I also cease to exist?”

Adrian retorted. Looking at the pair’s expressions, Willard could tell they weren't pretending. He patiently said, "A thousand years ago, during the daemon invasion, all twelve supreme elders of the seven major factions of the Central Lands died. At the critical moment for humanity, a great power appeared out of nowhere, cast the sky with the blood of the daemons, and then disappeared through the void." "A thousand years have passed?" Adrian was completely baffled. Could it be that the time flow of the small world and the great world were different?

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My stomach churned. “And now?” Sol asked. Chaos’s expression darkened. “Now he’s something else.” A pause. “He died,” Order said. “But didn’t stay dead,” Chaos finished. My breath caught. “A living dead,” I said. Chaos nodded. “But not like Maxwell,” he added. “He’s been like this… for centuries.” “How long?” Sol asked. Chaos’s eyes flickered. “Over six hundred years.” Silence. Heavy. Impossible. “And every year,” Order said quietly, “he has grown stronger.”

A smear of crimson is on her lips, the drops I forced there with hands that were steadier than my conscience. There's no pulse. No breath. Her eyelashes rest against skin thats already turning pale. She's too still. It's not sleep. It's not unconsciousness. She's gone. I've seen thousands of people dead. Men killed on battlefields. Women burned in sanctuaries. Children thrown into plague pits like discarded clothes. Death doesn't interest me much anymore. This one does. I told myself to walk It's a practical.thought. If the blood doesn't work, the problem solves itself. If it takes hold, distance will keep judgment from clouding what needs to be done.

"I see. There was a clerical error during the Great Transition of the 21st century. Your file was marked as 'Resolved via Extension' but the expiration date was left blank." "Take me," I plead, reaching out a hand that is more claw than flesh. "Please. I've seen enough. I've felt enough." Death sighs. He looks at his watch. Then he looks at the horizon, where the stars are beginning to fail. "I can't," he says simply. "Why?" "I don't work for this world anymore, Julian. This world is closed. The ledger for Earth was finalized an hour ago. Every soul has been accounted for and moved to the next Great Cycle."

Did he seriously believe this? "If you're a reaper wouldn't you be immortal?" He nodded. "Yes but it doesn't mean we can't die. Reapers kill each other all the time." "Sure how convenient." I scoffed. What kind of bullshit was this? "You tried to kill your self the first time when you were fourteen. You tried to take all your sleeping pills you mom made you take all at once. I watched you do it. I felt so terrible for you that I forced you to vomit the pills up and healed you. You were so out of it you called me your angel." How did he know that.

The glow in those eyes were growing brighter, and Annabel had this uncomfortable thought somewhere in her mind that if the sculpture got too angry, it could explode, killing her. “No.” Her voice was weaker this time. Still, she could not bring herself to killing a man that had done nothing to him. You just have to think it. What? Think it. Wish him dead. Make it happen. The voice snaked all the way into her mind, caressing it. Slowly, she was getting overpowered by whatever it was the statue was doing to her. She could not fight something that could speak in her mind, something that could, perhaps, control her mind.