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A man flashes in Death’s mind. His golden hair is disheveled above a pair of wild, green eyes. He is arguing, agitated, though his words are muffled.
Foolish, reckless, mad—I don’t care. I have great plans for Ilya. I only need to evade Death.
You see, Death is much more than her namesake. She is a lady, after all (that fact alone should be interesting enough). Can she not have hobbies?
She is not heartless, Death. Not quite. The broken organ just no longer beats.
I am a monster. I am a king. Perhaps one cannot exist without the other.

