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Mr. Noire's magic shop You look at a sign with the words "Mr. Noire's Shop of Magic" displayed on it. You walk inside to see grey walls lined with shelves bearing assorted magical items. You continue to walk around seeing thousands, if not hundreds, of items from an uncountable amount of regions. You spot a door labeled "laser animals". You look inside to see what looks like a rave. Footsteps behind you make you turn. But no one was there. "Howdie there.", a voice echoes out throughout the shop. The voice has a southern drawl to it along with a sing songy tone. You turn to see a well dressed man, seemingly composed of a shadow. "I'm Mr. Noire. Sorry for the delay in service. What can I get ya?" You gesture towards the laser animals area. You notice Mr. Noire already has a laser kitten in his hand. "Interdimensional Laser Kitten. One to go! Free for your first visit here!" Mr. Noire said, putting the kitten into your hands. M...

  Reaper's Haven P2 I wonder if I should even bother to try to blend in. I mean, nobody bats an eye here when they see the icon of death himself walking around, so maybe I shouldn't bother hiding myself. Well, what better time to scout.      I arrived at the school only to see it was totally empty. I walked throughout the halls, concrete slab flooring. I mean, if you want their feet to hurt. I opened a door and glimpsed inside. Yeah, entirely empty, not sure what I expected. I decided to try to find a hidden wall switch, but nothing. Why would there be one, this isn't a horror flick. I shrugged and eventually found the principal's office. I assumed nobody had enrolled so I looked through a filing cabinet. "Ah, everyone who enrolled here either left back for society, or ended up another corpse in the street.", I said closing the cabinet. As I began to leave the room I heard soft humming. I glimpsed around expecting to see a camera. "Ok, maybe I am in a hor...

  Reaper's Haven "Haven't seen a corpse this mutilated in a while. I didn't think he'd be this right.", I said standing over the corpse of the new student. Yeah, I'm Death, and no I didn't kill him. I may represent death but I'm not an animal. If you paid attention to his last entry before he got snuffed out, you know murder is the norm here. So, nobody cares that he died. Well, I do but that's my job. Anyway, how do I start this?  I may as well start with why I was put in this backwater place. Well, people said so much death happened here that it'd be best that I just live here until it all dies down. I can't say it's uncomfortable, but I can't say it's comfortable. I found this journal on his corpse, so excuse all the bloodsplatter on the pages. The question is why am I writing about this? The answer is, well why not? Anyway, onto the important stuff. I've reaped some number, I doubt even a ye old mystic being like me ...

An introduction to The City of Death "A place where the reaper lives." are the words displayed proudly on the sign. You walk throughout the streets and see the grey walls of buildings, near and far. You spot a figure dawned in a black cloak. You walk after him. The streets are deathly quiet, a looming sense of dread hovers over you. The figure stops and turns to look at you. Their face is... a skull!? You reel back nearly falling over. "What? You didn't think they were literal?" he said. You're paralyzed by the shock and fear. "Take your time." he shrugged. You muster up your courage to ask, "What is this place?" "This is Reaper's Haven, a city where murder is legal. Be warey of alleyways.", he said. "Then, are you, him?" "Yep, Grimm Reaper, Death, Mizum. Call me whatever you want. I'd shake your hand but you seem like the type to be unsettled by a boney cold touch". You clear your throat and open you...

  Broken Hi. I'm, well, I'm a nobody right now. I like to write alot, but all my stuff is always crumbled the next day. I don't know who does it, but I'm sure they have their reasons. Just, maybe, they aren't that good to begin with. Oh r-right! I nearly forgot my roommate. He, well, I don't know what he is so I guess he's a shapeshifter! He doesn't like mirrors. Whenever I'm alone he likes to talk to me.  I don't like to talk about what he says. He steers me away from, my friends a lot too. He says he's protecting me from danger and that they'll hurt me, like I deserve.

Fury One day, a Devil created a being to be the embodiment of the rage she knew humans felt. So she focused all the rage, malice, and hatred she could into one demon. Creating a demon whose power was unparalleled by his siblings. But, the driving force behind the demon's power was not human's rage, but a rage the devil felt. The rage towards a god, whose heart was black as pitch. That rage forming into not only the now feared Demon General Khalefo, but his sword. An angel who survived a fight with the general said the blade's edge dripped with malice and cut deeper than any knife could, managing to pierce any armor and then the heart. But one day, a rumor had spread, that the Demon General's heart had taken pity on an angel. Yet, I doubt the angel lived long under Khalefo's care. 

Let me tell you a story, that is close to my heart. Ahem...     One day, a demon was born with such a kind and caring heart, nobody could believe he was a demon. Fortuitously, a Seer had saught out a god for his new universe. The Seer foolishly decided to reincarnate the demon with a golden heart as a god. "Such a caring and kind demon reincarnated as a god will be a benevolent god.", but, power corrupts, twisting the once benevolent heart of the demon into the corrupted black heart of a god.      That "thing" is even more of a demon now. But be wary of us demons. Misinformation is a common habit of ours.