Nonesense

"I was praying for a deus ex machina, not an actual goddess, or am I wrong Death?" said Khas after a short laugh. He grabbed the unexpected guest's hand and said "It has been a while since I last saw you..." He then bowed and, shortly after that, he sat back down. "You have a sharp tongue, you know? I am here with the intent of getting some information out of you, but now I can't torture you. How shameful of you."

Emily was looking at the two of them, scared shitless. Jade looked at the two of them, signaled a servant to bring a chair, and spoke "You two still are lovely together! You are still good friends after so long... Miss Death, you still haven't answered my question from back then, so do it now! Are you two dating?" Emily was looking at the three of them like they are drunkards speaking nonsense. The goddess blushed and looked away. She tried to speak but ended up muttering nonsense. Khas laughed and answered, "I do enjoy her company, but she has the emotional intelligence of a teen, just like Kat, just like you and Emily." He then snapped his fingers and his cloaks were replaced by a pair of jeans, a t-shirt, and a trench coat, all of them black of course. The trench coat had a huge hood, that could cover his face. "How come the change of looks?" said Emily, with a smug look on her face. Khas shrugged and stood up. He then walked to the edge of the terrace climbed over the railing and took a deep breath.

"What are you..." tried Emily to say, but she was stopped by her mother. "Look at what the weakest being in existence is capable of and be happy you are my daughter and not his enemy." Death followed Khas and they smiled at each other. They both looked the other in the eye and both of them spoke at the same time "Domain expansion, Sea of Blood!" shouted Khas, followed by scarlet lightning, and crimson clouds. Soon blood started raining down, and Khas started laughing.

"Domain expansion, Throne of Bones!" shouted the goddess, followed by skeletons of different creatures climbing up, making a gargantuan throne, atop of his which stood Death. The two of them stared at each other before dashing towards one another. Khas pulled out two black handguns. The handles were at a 45-degree angle with the barrels. The barrels were carved with a myriad of different runes, all of which described one thing. Emptiness. The guns didn't use bullets, instead, being arcane focuses that helped with his spells. He could focus his spells down to a small pellet, without losing strength, or he could raise the power to the point of causing the spell to implode and cause the mana around to be shattered to its base components: life, death, and pure energy. Death pulled out a black claymore. The claymore had a wide and long blade, its edges being stained by the blood of the rain. The sword enjoyed this, and pushed its master to her limits, so she would feed it the life of another.

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