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We witnessed entirely mutilated dead bodies of individuals. "I've already given up. I had already given up hoping and trying. I welcomed death not because I wanted it, but because it was my only choice. Everything shall fade away after death. Death will save me. Death will make everything better. Death will make me forget the hell I'd been through. I crave death. I desperately wanted it. Nobody will notice my death, no one will care. I'll drag this cruel world with me into hell, and I'll make sure of it," Raven stated emotionless, with blood streaming from her eyes.

The machinery has arrived. “Dr. Smith, I am deeply wondering how humans perceive death. Could you share us some insights?” “Every human, are in a sense, dying from the minute we are born, and the sooner human recognize how fleeting our existence is, the less entangled we will become in superficial things that cause us grief. Death and its notion are completely meaningless. There isn't a single image that springs to mind. The living have a use for death's concept, but death has no use for anything. The only thing we can say about death is that it is either real or not. If it is true, then the end of one's life is a straightforward conclusion. If it isn't genuine, the end of one's embodied lif

"What do you mean when you say one death will be less awful than the other?" Alexander sighed heavily. "First death will be one where I die without chasing the love I have for you, thus Starving my Soulpearl of his half and the experience that comes with it and like the fishes I die with an empty belly, starved, with no meaning to the life spent, and while the other death is one where I die knowing that I gave my chase its best, ate of my treats until my Soulpearl content and die with a smile and the memories of the life spent with you, just like the fishes who are swept away by the fishermerman's nets and died but with filled stomach and happy memories, in the end, there will be death but o

"Matt. The tall handsome tanned guy who can't stop staring at you in the hallway. Drives a red Porsche and hangs around 3 dudes? Another version of trolls?" I arched my brows and wondered who was that before heading to class. I didn't want to think about the rumours so as soon as I was done with classes I left for home. To my surprise, nobody was in. I switched on the TV and nothing that interested me was being aired. Suddenly breaking news about the death of two DEA officers caved in. It was sad though seeing such young men lose their lives in the line of duty. "Poor souls, handsome and young gone too soon", I murmured.

"But I remember the feeling of your hand in mine. And I would rather die in this life than live in one where I don't know your name." ​"Then you will die together!" Silas roared. ​He waved his hand, and the stained-glass windows of the Great Hall shattered. From the darkness outside, a thousand black-winged Reapers poured in, their mechanical stingers humming with the frequency of death. ​"Back to back?" I asked, stepping up to Julian’s side, my Scythe humming in sync with his sword. ​Julian looked at me, a wolfish, familiar smile touching his lips. The silver marks on his face were fully active now, glowing with a brilliance that blinded the front row of nobles.

The news of the dead on the streets of a busy city quickly spread on the Internet. One of the biggest reasons was that the scene of the death was too tragic, and another reason was that it was related to the Death Judge. “The Death Judge made a move again. This time, he killed people on the streets!” “Really? Why isn’t there a live broadcast this time?” “It must be fake. Didn’t the Inquisitor broadcast it in the afternoon? Why did it start again at night? It’s too frequent.”

At that time I realized that the silence of loneliness was sad and suffocating. On the other hand, I can’t help but blame myself for what happened. However, I know more than anyone else that if I don’t fetch his soul someone else will do it. Death is not something that a person or anyone in the world has control over especially if a person’s death is predestined and written. I learned CSA killed Mr Perelman or Central Sleep Apnea a condition wherein a person pauses in breathing due to a lack of respiratory effort during sleep. That’s the thing Hazel explained to us when we last got together after the funeral.

Her voice was quiet through the rain and eyebrows furrowed so deeply that they created a dent between the two. "Reniella De Vega and Deshawn Cervantes. Don't worry, I'm just checking in," Death replied. From the time written on his watch, it was New Year's Eve that Deshawn Cervantes was supposed to die. Deshawn, though soaked from the rain, looked very much alive. "We're fine," Reniella cut in sharply. Death nodded his head slowly and the gold sheen of life that exuviated from Deshawn was clear even through the darkness. It was a bright aura that stuck to his body and stretched out before melting against Reniella's ambiance.

Complete torture of the human mind! "Hey! You get up off your human disease state! You are well, go home, he happy again!" to my no surprise, I saved 11 men and women the same way! As medicine, I asked them to drink more water! They were all earlier patients of depression, and now all of them are dying young! I could carry a surgical operation in their thoughts! They were all well! Some even talk to me daily to know the details of my death cure method. I tell them the truth, "Acceptance of death leads to death. Rejection of death leads to life".

She added but I didn’t say anything. “she right.” I heard a familiar voice say behind me, Death. “You too?” I ask. “Give me that little guy.” He said and cruch down to take War. “He is dying.” He said that made Peace and I looked at each other frowning then looked at him. “What?” I am confused. “Devren is dying, I found his body---” he said like it’s nothing that made my eyes wide. “F*ck.” I said and stood up and ran away towards my car.