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A few introductions, hugs, and handshakes later, they decided that the best thing to do at 7 AM in the morning is to argue on what way is the worst to die. "You know," Uncle Faartz started to say. "If someone is butchered and dies in the process as Kate said, their remains of the body would still be there. Likewise, if they die as a splat of blood and goo on a sidewalk, as Cupcake said which is really gross by the way, the blood and goo still serve as remains of the body. And if they get crushed to death in a car crash as Jackie said, the remains of the body will still be there-" "Except the car explodes," my mum added almost immediately. They all nodded slowly as if looking at it from her v

“I, hereby, The Emperor of the Underworld is declaring my own death to you guys. This emperor also will be buried at a secret place where no one can access it and will disappear from their sight. The end.” The atmosphere came to a standstill. They blinked confusedly at Eagle and looked dazed Aisyah, who looked discontent with crossed arms, snapped her head toward Eagle fast enough that she thought she almost snapped her head and visibly gasped. Death declaration. Aisyah couldn’t believe what she heard right now. Death declaration was literally when someone declared someone was dead. Right now, Eagle was declaring their own death. ‘How hurt are you?’ Aisyah was too stunned to speak.

"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." "But I'm still here!" "You aren't," Death says, and for the first time, I see a flicker of pity in his eyes. "In the eyes of the universe, you were settled centuries ago. You are a rounding error. A ghost in the machine. I cannot take what is already recorded as gone." He begins to fade into the mist. "Wait!" I shriek, dragging myself toward him. "What happens to me? What do I do?" His voice comes from everywhere and nowhere, a final, fading whisper.

Theodore mumbles. I feel a sharp pain cut through my heart, one I haven’t felt in years. Along with my pain comes my anger. It’s no coincidence that my father died the same day as Ronan his best friend. The Inner Circle has something to do with this. I hear the small voice growl in my head and I flinch. I might have hated the man, Theodore King, but no one has the right to take his life from him, except me! “There might be hope after all.” Alex continues, watching me cautiously as he speaks. I feel my hands visibly shaking from the anger I’m feeling.

Every move was hurting me This man was strong and ruthless. Then I saw death approaching. "You hurt my partner and now you deserve punishment." he approached Jack with his gun, who was standing and barely watching. He had been crushed by a fight. "Please dont." I began to cry inconsolably as hard as I could. With all the strength I had left. "I'll take away what you love most." he laughed and smashed my life to pieces with a thunderbolt. He killed him. He killed my future.

Theme:- Welcome to the Afterlife part 1 As it was inscribed in the holy book, it was given for a man to die once, and after that death, it is judgement. But for me, Rey Reed, it is different. If my guess is right, this will be the third time I have visited the land of the dead. The first time was when I escaped from the tar pit. I can't remember how long I lost consciousness, but when I woke up. I only opened my eyes in hell.

"Tell me it's fake. The death certificate—it's fake, right? He's not dead!" Danny exhaled hard, eyes already heavy with the answer. He pulled out a stack of papers and slid them over. "I'm sorry, Dr. Foster. It's real." On top—plain and brutal: [William Wright. Date of Death: March 17, 2020. Cause: hemorrhagic shock.] Delia jerked her hand back like it burned, then snatched the page again, her fingers shaking. A tear hit the corner, smearing the ink. "No... this isn't possible..."

Death has been around every nook and corner the moment the players start a game. Svetlana had seen different deaths, all gruesome and brutal, the very same day she arrived here. And every single day, they’re all racing against the very door of death. But today, she witnessed the death of her own team member, the one who swore with her that they’re going to protect each other, the one who swore to get out of here alive and win, the one who had talked to her, smiled at her and told her fun stories in a short period of time, the one who formed some sort of friendship with her in a place where friendship doesn’t last. And today he died. It definitely feels harder to accept the death of someone w

He had already read it front to back and then skipped around in the middle a few times rereading parts of it. “You didn’t sign a prenuptial agreement did you?” He glanced up at her. “No. The Death Contract covered all of that.” “Well according to this the Death Contract is void because the divorce is presented by Mr. Maxwell.” “Oh…” Meredith wasn’t really sure what that meant. “Meri… You get half of everything. All assets, all income, all retirement, Meri this is rather unprecedented for such a short marriage. The only thing you do not have any claim to according to this is his inheritance.”

“But I'm grateful. Elena was an important part of my life, and I will always respect the memories we shared.” Vivian's expression slowly softened. She understood what he was doing. One of the guests who knew me looked at Vivian. “I remember when Elena use to come for shopping. What actually happened to her?” The room became quiet again. Adrian's hand tightened slightly around Vivian's shoulder. “She died,” he answered. The words struck me harder than I expected. Not because I didn't know he believed I was dead. But because he said it so easily. “She died in an accident,” he continued. “It was a painful period for me. I eventually had to move forward.”