“That’s so sweet that you would do that for him. You’d risk your life?” The quieter demon sniffles. “Oh, fuck me, Death. Come on. Again? How do you reap souls? How?” Famine shouts, starting his motorcycle. “Let’s go before I strangle Death. Fucking gets all mushy over everything.” “Sorry. I just find sacrifice really beautiful, Famine. You could learn something from this human and her mate.” “Please, I’d rather experience the fucking plague again.” Death gasps. “You wouldn’t! Do you know how hard that was for me? You asshole.”
