Arya 52 by Kaiser Tharma

“Do you all want to stop existing?” Death asked as the fire around him turned blue. The skulls of all fifty two death agents snapped to look at their king with gasps escaping many of them. A few of the scythes fell from their owners' grips. The empty eye sockets in their skulls lit with fear.

“Do you all want to stop existing?” Death asked as the fire around him turned blue. The skulls of all fifty two death agents snapped to look at their king with gasps escaping many of them. A few of the scythes fell from their owners' grips. The empty eye sockets in their skulls lit with fear.

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