Hell's King
There, sat a man in a jester outfit, his leg crossed over the other, both of his forearms rested on the armrest and his eyes lazily looked at her own, his lips now stretching wide, flashing her his toothy smile, "Hello."
"Joker?"
It frowned again, "Seriously? You don't know me?"
Emily shook her head in disappointment, "Not really, no." The embarrassment she felt for the man in a jester outfit enhanced the flushing of her cheeks and the reddening of her ears.
"I am Grim, the king of the dead."
She felt her ears perk as he introduced himself, "Why are you here?"
His mouth widened, happiness evident on his face. He leaned slightly forward and pointed his index finger at her. "Ha!" He paused his
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