“So if you’re in love with Death or whatever,” says the villain. “Why are you helping people? Seems counterproductive.”

The hero smiles, gentle and distant. “My love takes no joy in the dead who pass through xir hands. Instead of more work, I would grant xir rest.”


“Periods suck,” sighs someone at the table. “Cramps, bleeding, the mood swings.-”

“The dark dreams of possible apocalypses as you kneel in your own blood and watch the world crumble,” the Antichrist agrees, nodding along. Xe pauses at the look on everyone’s faces. “Or is that just a me thing?”