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The End - Chapter VII - 1 story

In a night without moon the reaper advanced among the tombstones of its cemetery, where there were an unimaginable number of stones, the trees bare and skeletal grown between the stones housed rotting corpses, skeletons, crows that intrepid But the sight of the owner and undertaker fled from that place, to save his life, in that place from which man was banished to consume is yet another ritual. The cloaked advancing, looking grim and determined, including inscriptions in Gothic style, cross country, with written names and names, so many different stories, one thing in common: all those stories were the cause of their purpose in common: the grim reaper. Arrived at a grassy area saw what he had written a few days before burning characters: Andrea Terni. He smiled, he would not ever forget that experience. "And so I won again Andrew, human misery, where was all your bravado in front of me? Where was all this desire to the risk of death eh? Well this shows your stupidity and lies, I see you doing so brave and fearless in the face of stupid and shallow eyes of your friends death, but when I offered the opportunity to assert what you showed, you could not do anything if you do not fool yourself it was all fake, well, this blindness killed you, I must say that you have been a very fun toy, all other media lasted a few hours, you are lasting a few days, this should give you, but you're dead, that's what counts and you're good, I do not give a second chance, a mistake is fatal, and your mistake was fatal! "Then his eyes became two coals, two blasts of a minestrone feelings in question, the scythe hovered in the air and the tip of the lower end of the neck, was thrown to the ground, in the midst of writing Andrea themes, there was an explosion, after which there appeared a glowing stone, a Celtic cross that says Andrea Terni, 1967-2009. He finished this case, the next night would be passed to another, the bringer of death was ready to kill again, but the playtime was over, that this was granted with Andrea was a frivolity, now would have to kill immediately, but would return to kill, maybe, who knows, with another family member Terni, he liked that last name, gave him the impression of a mechanic, well in the next case would have killed a mechanic, so much fun to remember this era, another rectangle among the graves was waiting a few kilometers later, in another part of the cemetery, now started in the fog, the monsters have taken their shape in stone, normalcy had returned, and a black crow perched in the gate of the cemetery looking at the harvester disappear into the fog that invaded that place and saw him for a while though, because they did not like being spied on.

John Munaretto, Alberto Corato, Athanasius Matthew, Luke Zovo