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Author of 44 Stories |
See that girl the're all fussing over down there? That's me. Or at least it was a few hours ago. Now it's just a shell. It's of no more use to this place than all of the demons and monsters that I used to have to fight.
What? Oh, I'm the slayer. Or was. I'm sure they've called someone else by now. You know, fight evil, do good. Kill horrible monster things. Just your every day, run-of-the-mill, ordinary girl.
I don't know what they're so upset about. They knew it would come - my death I mean. It's like, written somewhere or something. And besides, I'm coming back. I don't know when or in what form, but I'll be back.
Of course they don't know that. But they'll find out soon enough. Right now, I'm just going to sit back and rest. Hey, you fight vampires and other Hell beasts for a while and tell me what you do after you die.