Son of death
Chapter1: Death itself.
Disclaimer: I do not own teen titans, in fact, I don't own anything. My life sucks!
"Sash" Father Death said in his cold icy voice. "I have another assignment for you." "Who is it today?" I asked. "Mrs. Witherspoon? Ol' lady was due for a shrivel." "No" Father Death said. "Raven of the teen titans."
My name is Sash, but I suppose you already know that. I am the son of death. The title might turn people off but I'm not that bad of a guy. Actually, I'm kinda a nice guy. I look like a normal person and I act…. Well…. Almost normal. I've never had a girl friend, which is understandable. I mean think, if you were on a dating service, and you looked at my description, what would you think.
Eye color: Green
Hair color: (believe it or not) Blonde
Enjoys Pizza, Green day, long bike rides
Death omen, Sends people to hell for a living
Real appealing, ay? Well when I heard that I had to send Raven to hell, I was fucked ( I use fuck in different terms). Oh well, what had to be done had to be done, but I still amn't putting my hopes down that she might survive it.
Ya see, when some one survives my hurricane hell blast (which rips there body apart for a second, then there sole flies out, and I send it to hell) I'll be free of the cursed life of being the messenger of hell.
Wanna know how I became the son of death? It all started when I was born, but of course that's were every story starts, or, at least every story should start. Any way, Father of death (a.k.a, the grim reaper) needed some human messenger to bring the soles to hell so he can feed on there happiness, which is what makes him stay alive, others joy. So he created a portal into the hospital and slotterd my parents, stole me, and blessed/cursed me with dark demonic powers, such as creating dark clouds of mist that can burn through any substance it touches.
"Hurry, son, hurry, the portal will be closing soon!" Father death shouted urgently. Oh well better go and get it with. I walked to the other side of the dark room and slowly, carefully, stepped into the swirling mist of entirety.
So, what do you think of the story so far? Go easy, I'm new. I hope you liked it and I'd like to know what you think of it so, please, please, please review!
Over and out,
Connor J. Mclean, Son of death.