• Is god, a justiefiable excuse for my death? Is a religion, a law, to be upheld by force?
    As I walked through the icy stone corridors, the Undertaker, looked at me with a tears in his eyes.
    I could understand why.
    I was 9, and condemned to die.
    "Please, God, forgive my soul." He murmured.
    "Ditto." I answered back, and smirked. The guard behind me growled something unintelligible, and squeezed my arm, probably giving the thin, translucent skin a bruise. I frowned, then realised I shouldn't care. Why worry, about something about to develop when you'll be in a coffin, cold and emotionless, with nothing ahead of you, no dreams of a better place, a world, where the government still was in control, and when the Earth, was alive with animals and plants.
    Huh, maybe Death wouldn't be so bad after all. I consoled myself, looking up at the heavy wooden door, where shouting and crying could be heard from the other side. "Big crowd?" I asked the doorman, my unchildish voice startling him. "Um.. Er, Yeah, actually." He squared his shoulders, and I realised he was about to try and make a funny quip. I wonder what he's gonna say? I pondered. Have a safe trip? The kids bring the Audience I guess?
    "Tell God I said Hi." He told me, already breaking into a childish giggle.
    I simply stared back with empty eyes. "Who said I was going to God?" I asked, and smiled, showing my Fangs.
    He gasped, the guard made the sign of the cross.
    I rolled my eyes.
    I probably shouldn't have done that, scaring the humans, Besides, Dad wouldn't be very happy with me..
    They opened the door, finally.
    It creaked open slowly, giving the Audience the show they had been waiting for.
    Some gasped, Some Wailed, and one old man had a heart attack and fainted.
    What, are they expecting me to have horns? Blood red eyes? Fang- Oh, wait, I have those.
    I smiled, my tiny form looking precious, breakable, the way a Human child's would be.
    The Undertaker took my tiny hand, and lead me to the new piece of wood I would lay my head on, and slip into eternal slumber, Theoretically.
    The Guard had to order a new piece of wood, smaller, since I wouldn't have been able to use the adult sized one.
    I sighed and rested my head on the block, waiting... oh waiting..
    "Wait, hold up." I lifted my head up, and the Undertaker stopped. The whole crowd stopped.
    Time stopped.
    "Don't I get like, my last words or something?" I asked, my sing song voice breaking the silence awkwardly.
    "No, because you would just think of something sarcastic to say." The Undertaker reminded me.
    "Oh, right... Sorry."
    I lay my head on the block and died.
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    A burst of purple fire erupted in Hell, and I ran towards the Devil, grinning broadly. "Hey Dad! Guess what? I DIED again!"