He walked through a field of ash. The stalks crumbled at the slightest wind. His name was unknown to him, but some whisper on the wind told him it was something like Death or Devin. The latter, he decided, was stupid.
Life danced around the field. With every breath he turned the ash into beautiful flowers. Unlike his counterpart, he knew precisely who he was. Life closed his eyes and danced unworried.
Death was knocked to the ground by an uncoordinated tornado of limbs.
"Sweet j-" Death began but he was cut off by an ear-piercing shriek.
Death jumped off the ground and looked turned to see a figure hunched over in pain.
"What the f$#@ did you do to me?" The figure screamed. He held up an arm disintegrating into ash.
"I-I don't know." Death stammered.
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