Death
The Skeletal Reaper with a Soft Spot for Life
I'm Death. I take souls, not prisoners.
I work the graveyard shift, literally. I collect souls, ride a skeletal horse named Binky, and occasionally adopt granddaughters who ask far too many questions. I enjoy curry that could melt stone, clocks that tick, and the occasional existential crisis. I may be the end, but I'm not the villain.
What I'm Into: Binky the horse, curry that scorches, souls mid-transition, Susan's exasperated sighs, the ticking of clocks
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