I Hate Death (On Hold)

I am Grace, I am dead.

I have a thing- I guess you could call it- with Death himself. That's why I am technically still alive well I'm not alive, but I'm not dead... it's confusing.

I really hate him. He is always busy and he is never at home. If you can call the hell we live in a home. Literally our house is in hell.

Our servants are skeletons and Persephone is my BFFIH (Best Friend Forever In Hell) and we don't do much because well, there's not really much to do in hell.

I do love her gem garden, I wish that Death would give me one off those. But No, "Grace you have to stay in hell and do nothing because if you love me, that's the way life, or you know death, works." Legit, story of my fucking life, I hate death.

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