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Hi everybody. Blue Angel Fantasy here, I just want to say "Thanks" if you're reading this. It means a lot. I have worked really hard. I hope you enjoy. I do not own Powerpuff Girls or Rowdyruff Boys or HIM, just my own OCs. Enjoy.

(NORMAL POV)

It was an average day.

Scratch that last part.

It could've been an average day. But it wasn't.

Death haunted the suburbs of Townsville.

Around every street corner.

Behind every building.

Inside every store.

On every street.

But there was a catch: "Death" was a 16 year old girl.

By the name of Buttercup M. Utonium.

How could an "innocent" Powerpuff be "death", you say?

Simple: It involves…HIM.

***Flashback***

A 13 year old Buttercup was flying through the forest; Bubbles convinced her to play a game.

"C'mon Bubbles!" Buttercup shouted. "Enough hide and seek! I'm hungry!"

It had been almost 2 hours.

Without warning, a red claw covered Buttercup's mouth and something sharp was injected into her arm.

"MMMMHHHHH!" Buttercup's scream was muffled.

Her legs gave out; her vision went blurry; and she suddenly felt cold.

About 30 minutes later, Buttercup awoke to discover she was tied to a RED oak tree.

Within a blink of an eye, HIM appeared from a red mist that had been oozing out of the bushes.

"Hello, Buttercup," he hissed.

Buttercup tried to swear HIM out but found that she couldn't speak, her mouth was covered with duck tape.

"Oh, don't worry," HIM said when Buttercup had a look of fear on her face.

"I just injected you with Antidote X; I also added Paralysis Pansies, Blind Beetles, and Cold Cemento…" (A/N: "Cemento" is my way of saying that it's HIM's term for POISON IVY…)

Buttercup struggled to break free but found that the ropes were thick as barb wire and they hurt like hell.

"You'll never get out of those; you'll have scars that will never heal if you keep struggling…"

Buttercup really wanted to know why HIM had dragged her here to this remote area.

"Now Buttercup," HIM spoke with ease, "I 'borrowed' you because I need you for something…"

Buttercup froze, fearing the worst.

"My father, God of Hell, needs a new Death Master…of course it can't be me…I'm far too BUSY…"

Buttercup tensed; she thought, WHAT IS HE TALKING ABOUT?

"So…instead of making YOU the DEATH MASTER…I'm making you the DEATH INQUIRER…"

HIM smiled menacingly before answering Buttercup's questioning thought of a "Death Inquirer."

"A Death Inquirer is someone—like you—who works for the Underworld…bringing in the Dead…"

Buttercup understood what he meant: SHE HAD TO KILL PEOPLE.

Buttercup shook her head. NO NO NO!

"Relax," HIM whispered, "You won't have to kill with your bare hands; you see: every day I will give you a list of people that need to die—by the way, I'm doing a favor by keeping your family off that list—you'll automatically know where they are, you'll go there…and they'll just…DIE. Simple as that."

Buttercup was shocked and irritated: JUST GOING AROUND AND MAKING SURE PEOPLE DIE? LAME!

"I knew you'd be perfect for the job," HIM laughed. "Oh, and I'd wait about an hour: you're still paralyzed from the Paralysis Pansies…but the Antidote X will wear off in about five minutes…Till then…"

With one swipe of his claw, there was red mist and then he was gone.

***End of Flashback***