“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.”
“Haha! I did it! Suck my dick, X!” says Y, bursting through the doors into the room full of people
X looks bewildered and vaguely appalled. “Um, no? My parent is here.”
“Oh my God, you’re a werewolf, aren’t you?”
“Well, points for trying,” the vampire says.
“My dearest,” says the villain, softly. “Step aside.”
“You know I can’t do that,” the hero says.
“I don’t want to hurt you.”
The hero laughs, mirthlessly. “You already have.”
“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?”
“And what could a simple mortal do to defeat me-” The fae is cut off by an iron-studded baseball bat to the gut.
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