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And then he came.
He wasn’t the most intimidating figure-wise, sure. His size was meager, He was a bit shorter than most of the village, and His build was terribly average. He wore a large black cloak that drowned His frame so only if you squinted, maybe you could catch a couple stray locks of bone-white dipping out from under the hood, or hints of teasing green fabric from underneath the concealing cloth.
But of course, with monikers such as ‘Thanatos’ or ‘Charon’, there was very much something to fear about Him.
The pair moved back.
The Angel stepped into the house.
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or, death always gets what it wants.