The Death of The Death

Eiro looked at 'the Death' with a broad grin on his face, as this child-like figure in front of him looked back at him in confusion, "But- But how is this possible?"

"Well..." Eiro muttered, rubbing his chin in thought, "Obviously, it's because you underestimated me. You know..." With a smile on his face, Eiro moved his hand forward and went through the motions of pulling something off a table, before the card of 'The World' appeared in his hand, "You're not the first royal I've faced."

The death stared at the large golden card that Eiro was holding, and was utterly perplexed, "B-But it was sealed! How did you..."

"Does it matter?" Eiro replied, placing away the card again. The death was slowly becoming more and more upset. After all, even if it held the memories of all the lives it took over in the past, right now it had the body and brain of a child. And that had to affect its behavior at least somehow.