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Lilith  "Okay…" Tell me, how would you react if someone just told you that he was Death, you know the Grim Reaper, the Angel of Death, to the conclusion the person who takes people away from this world. He stood there in front of me and just stared at me, with that large scythe, the blade shone like silver and in the light from the lamp hanging from the ceiling.  "… Then who are you exactly?" He tilted his head, in a way that made some black hair slip outside the hood.  "I have already told you, I am Death." Said he calmly, almost like he was talking to a 5 year old child, and oh I wasn't going to let him treat me like a chi

Hayden  I blinked, twice. Lifted my body up, resting my elbows on the floor, taking in my surroundings; blood, vomit, guts and a single knife, which lay on the floor. As I was taking all of this in - or at least trying the best I could - I got up in sitting position.  From sitting position I got to standing position, thereafter almost falling, because of that my legs wasn't ready for the burden of my bodyweight yet. I leaned against the wall for support, taking a breath, before daring to push away from the wall. At first I thought that my legs would give in, but I felt nothing - not the hard wooden floor, not the bloody ground or a pile o

I'm sitting here, watching, as people walk by. But it's not them, who I seek. I seek you through the crowd. As I lean closer, narrowing my eyes, I see you, walking down there. I see you through the clouds, through buildings and crowds. You're always visible for my eyes. Even in my eternal sleep. I'm the puppeteer, your life is the strings and you are the puppet.

Dragging myself along the sidewalk, through the crowd. A crowd full of people, people who only care for themselves. My shoulders hang my hands deep in my pockets. My blond hair shielding my face, and the emotions in it. I'm not comfortable, in big crowds. Too many people, almost all the same in my eyes. They act all the same towards me. Among others I'm cold. Alone I'm safe, calm and emotional. Myself.

Better than anyone always the best in my own mind. I never listening to anyone but myself, it's not worth it. ~Lucifer: Pride (Superbia) I want money, food and power. I would give everything to get what I want humans, family and friends (if I had any). And if I get it I won't share. ~Mammon: Greed (Avaritia) Not caring how others would react only thinking of the temptation of the flesh. The body of women and what had to be done, done with no regret at all. ~Asmodeus: Lust (Luxuria) Why don't I have that? Why are you better at that? I look at you with anger clearly visible in my eyes pure anger, as you do what p

A snowflake falls down on my arm melting away as it touches my bare skin. No. A raindrop falls from the sky a free fall kilometers it falls and survives the journey. Lands on my forehead slides down my forehead to the corner of my eyes. A fake tear. No. A drop of milk falls from the glass the boy overfilled white drops falls over the edge of the glass. No. From the cut on my wrist a single blood drop falls making a red trace behind it. No. A white blood drop falls from my eye. Yes.

Valerie McSmith was 16 when her sudden death occurred. She was murdered on a Monday night, in an ally. She should have been home by then, but someone made sure that she would never get there. Stabbed from behind she had fallen to the ground, bleeding. Her murderer had run from the scene, leaving her dead body behind. Valerie eyes opened as she heard a sound nearby. Her heavy eyelids refused to open at first, but she managed to open them after a minute or two. With sleepy eyes she looked around in the… darkness. There was not any other way describe what surrounded her. It felt almost like it was clinging to her body. Dazed she got to he

My steps were easy to hear on the gravel road which led to the small place with a fence surrounding it. It had a beautiful view. The sea had an orange glow to it, because of the setting sun. Someone stood in the middle of this spectacular sight; it actually looked like he stood in the center of the sun, a boy to be more precisely. He stood with his hands in his pockets, facing the sea. Was this the guy? The guy, which I had almost died in the search for? I hoped so, because if it wasn't, then I would most likely give up. My feet felt heavy when I took the first step towards him. He didn't move so maybe he hadn't noticed that I was here yet.

Lilith "Get up now!" the voice sounded pleading, but strong. It was a male voice, definitely. It sounded so familiar, the voice. Like I had been listening to it, all my life. But I hadn't, had I? I felt it like my eyes had been glued together. It was hard to open them, but at last I succeeded. Bright light was the first thing I saw, or I actually didn't see it. I just felt it, burning my eyes. My hands made their way up to my eyes, to protect them from the bright light. When I placed my hands over my eyes, things started to get clearer. I could see two figures on the floor. One male standing above the other one, who I thought was a male to

PLEASE READ THE DESCRIPTION FIRST, THANK YOU VERY MUCH :) Full name: Lilith Scarlet Moore / Hayden Moore Pronunciation: l IH l ih th  SCAR-LET/ h ai - d uh n Nickname(s) or Alias: Scar/ None Gender: Girl Species: Ghost/ Human Age: 14 Birthday: 31st September Sexuality: Straight Nationality: British Religion: None City or town of birth: London Currently lives: Maidstone Languages spoken: English Native language: English Relationship Status: Single PHYSICAL APPEARANCE Height: 5' 5'' Weight: 135 pounds Figure/build: Skinny, almost looks neglected Hair color: Bronze (it turned fainter, when she became a ghost)/ Choco