Romans & histoires Death Writing

After a thorough investigation by the production team, the details of my past were quickly uncovered. They also confirmed with the relevant authorities that I had, in fact, already passed away. "Three years ago, Nicolas Soros died on a snowy night—frozen to death because he couldn't afford hospitalization. "It wasn't until the autopsy that the coroner discovered that what looked like a thick down jacket… didn't even contain real padding. And that was already the most expensive piece of clothing his mother had ever bought for him. With discounts, it cost less than five dollars.

"Dr. Harper really knows how to keep her husband under control. I should learn from her." A bitter smile tugged at my lips. They thought I was signing because I was afraid of losing my marriage. However, the truth was, I knew exactly what would happen if I refused. Just like in my previous life, they would dissect the child's body in the name of medical research. They were afraid that if I called the police, a forensic examination might uncover something they could not explain. This innocent child was already dead. I could not allow him to be disturbed even after death.

Anything I see in there will give me closure about what was really happening at the time of his death. the death that left me with nothing after he was gone

She was dying. ...

Death was a tall 6'5", slim man with mostly pale skin. His arms, like his legs, were pitch black. His hair was long, about shoulder length, and almost as dark as his limbs. Death was wearing a dark purple robe that went down to the top of his shins with a hood on the back. The sleeves were long enough to cover his lanky arms. His office was a simple room, about eight-hundred square feet, with grey walls. There was a desk and a plaque behind the desk that reads "Memento Mori" Death didn't care for the plaque and often saw it as kind of a joke. He was given it as a gift though, so he kept it hung up at all times, hoping his new recruits wouldn't notice.

Only one. Death Death is painful yet straightforward. By beheading, or a Darkling consumes them from within their soulless bodies. Once complete, they will turn to the ash from their birthright grounds. “How strange, yet sad,” I think while strumming my finger across the edge of the page. I sit and wonder how those women caused so much destruction and how so many loved them. The reality hits me like a ton of bricks. “... Sam! I bet this had to do with him!” I say his name an octave too loud.

Vivian was yet to know what she had gotten herself into, Alice thought, her grip on the shovel handle tightening until her knuckles shone white with tension. Alice gently opened the head of the coffin, holding her breath in both anticipation and disgust, as the air of death wafted up from inside. Werewolves, when they died, were fast food for more terrifying worms than the average human, and it was even worse if the wolf in question was evil leading to their death. Their corpse rots eternally.

A dead body. ###

"You got it as well?" "Indeed!" Them three accepted out their passing notification as they talked. - Demise Notice! Subject: Bronte Wrongdoing: tormenting, murder Agent: Death Judge Execution Date: April 15, 2021 - Demise Notice! Subject: Chris Wrongdoing: tormenting, murder Agent: Death Judge Execution Date: April 15, 2021 - Demise Notice! Subject: Grant Wrongdoing: tormenting, murder Agent: Death Judge Execution Date: April 15, 2021