A cloked figure glided down the silent halls of Mourdhous. He had been there many times, and those who lived there had grown to sense when he was there. Death stopped outside a door. He waited. With time, he was greeted by the man in the suit. Nothing was said as Death stepped through the now open door.
Pickles knew Death was behind him, but he made no move to let him through. He knew this wasn't like movies, where someone could offer themselves up instead. They couldn't put it off either. It would happen, no hero could stop it. And so, with a heavy heart, he stepped aside.
Murderface simply tried to ignore death, tried to pretend he wasn't there, but the icy chills sent though his spine made sure he couldn't deny what would happen here tonight. In the coming months he would continue to act as if everything was normal and nothing had changed, when it had been completly altered.
Nathan hated that fucking cloked douchebag. He didn't care if it was metal or brutal, he couldn't stand to be around him, or the cold of a million trapped souls. Death had become part of his life, and it had never really troubled him, the gory death of a nameless faceless Klokateer of the slaughter of a few hundred annoying fans, but tonight wasn't about the death of some unknown. And for that, Nathan hated him.
Skwisgaar Was not a man to be scared easily. Was he not a god after all? What could possibly faze him?! There was one thing though, something that he was reminded of harshly as Death crossed his path. It wasn't the fear of dying, rather the fear of dying alone. Tonight however, he pushed his secret fears aside, as it wasn't his turn. He had time left on this Earth.
Toki's eyes had snapped open the second Death entered the room. He refused to die with his eyes closed, not being able to see the end. He wanted to know exactly what happened when the hand of Death came upon him. He approaching slowly now, coming to collect Toki from the hospital bed he'd so long been restricted to by this god damn diesease. He had known for around a week now that he would not survive, and it was almost a blessing to feel the chill of Death. His eyes flickered to each one of the men in the room, saying his silent goodbyes as his voice had left him long ago. Death was almost at his bedside now, and Toki, gripping his deddybear, shakely got out of the bed. There was no fear in his eyes or heart, as he accepted it. And so, death derived no power from him.
And then he greeted Death as an old friend, and went with him gladly, and, equals, they departed this life.
So how was that? My first Metalocalypse story and I got in a Harry Potter reference. Hope you all like, please review if you did- I'll give you chocolate *gasps* or pizza...!