In a world where demons and angels roam the earth, living among humans. Life and Death meet every so often, to work together and decides who gets to live and who dies.Warming: May be some minor language
Somewhere in the forest lies an elk. Cries of help and filled with pain. As it is far to late to help the poor thing. Life stares on as it bleeds, unable to move. Wishing he could do something, anything to help it. The best he could do is comfort it until death do them part. Appearing out of thin black hazy smoke Death makes her way to relive the elk of anymore pain and suffering. With one touch of her hand the elk passes to the other side. Body decaying at a rapid pace with Death hands still on it. She gets up and adjust the skull on her face, wiping away the dark liquid that pour out of the eye sockets. She clench the staff of her sythe and frown. "I'll find whoever did this...and I'll send them straight to the gateways of hell." And with that as quickly as she came she left.
