7. Death
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(He is afraid of dying.)
He is born from a war, and he is not afraid to go back to the the bosom of the one that gave birth to him. He is not afraid to battle on the front lines— swords raised, guns cocked and loaded, and his battle-lust fueling his single-minded determination to kill, protect, and conquer. He will laugh in glee as his enemies fall one by one, and their blood bathe the ground that is his to claim. He can not die— will not die until his army falls, his kingdom falls, and even then he will still not die, he won't let himeslf die, not until he has the world beneath his thumb.
(It's not that he can die, it's that he can't be killed- he is too fast and too nimble, and it's as if only Death itself can catch him. And the only personification of Death he is willing to fall unto is the one whose head rests hidden behind the numerous books on his shelves, waiting to be wakened- his valkyrie.)
But then, Death knocks on his door, and this time it's for him. His brother can not do anything about it. His so called friends do not do anything about it. He knows death, oh so very well, but for the first time, it is him that it visits.
(He does not believe in a god, or gods— he does not believe in something that can be so fickle, that can be so merciless. But what he believes in, something he is sure that is true and something that he is sure will stay by mankind forever is Death.)
(He does not want to die.)
Again.
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AN: Abandoned? Hopefully not. Sorry, inspiration seems thin since I left both fandoms; that and both fandoms are a bit stagnant lately.