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When Stein and Marie’s son was born everyone was filled with joy. The baby was beautiful and happy. He had a natural talent for science like his father, but his emotional state was thankfully more like his mother. He loved crawling around the Death Room and every student at the academy fawned over him.
Stein and Marie named him Cosmas. It meant order.
At Maka and Soul’s wedding, there was an empty space between the groomsmen and an empty seat at the reception. No one had to ask why.
The guests were allowed to take the flower centerpieces home if they wanted to. Lord Death took one to Kid's grave.
Liz smiled down at Black Star and Tsubaki’s first child. “He’s beautiful,” she beamed.
Black Star puffed out his chest. “He’s going to be the greatest of the greats. His name is Gold Star.”
Tsubaki gave the Thompson sisters a soft smile.
Gold. The color of reaper eyes.
“Hey Aunt Liz?” Harmony asked. “Can you tell me another story about Kid when we get home?”
Liz smiled. “Sure honey.” She held the little girl’s hand. “Now let’s go find your mom and then we can see Grandpa Death, okay?” They walked through the streets of Death City, decked out in festive, evenly spaced lights like they were every year during the Day of Order.
Liz and Patty still called it Kid’s birthday.
Liz was old when she died. She’d lived a long life. Her great nieces and nephews adored her. Her friends’ children saw her as family. As she laid in bed and peacefully breathed her last breath, she was ready to go.
She was surrounded by white water dotted with black trees and reeds. There was a mist hanging in the air. She walked to the edge of what she could see, looking past into the beyond, into the afterlife. She hesitated.
“Liz!” a voice called and she turned just as Kid scooped her up into a hug. He grinned at her. He looked older than he had been, but then again she looked younger than she was a few seconds ago.
“You waited?” She asked, tearing up.
“Of course.” He grinned at her.
She grabbed him and kissed him. “Eternity of this huh? Could be worse.”
He chuckled. “We could cross over now, but…”
Liz nodded. “Patty would kill us again if we left without her.”
The two sat down at the river bed.
“I’ve got a lot of stories for you.”
Death the Kid and Elizabeth Thompson held each other and for the first time in history, the banks of the Sanzu river had warmth.