The lava ran down the black castle's walls. It was really hot, like an inferno. The heat was unbearable, making the entire structure glow red in the darkness.
The Death's servants stumbled down the hallways of the castle. They had gotten used to this heat by now.
It was normal in the hell.
Within the rock-walled throne room, Death sat in his throne with his right leg crossed over his left.
"Where… Are… You…"
He was holding a doll in his hand. A human doll. It was copying the appearance of Kiernan Hunter.
The same hair. The same face. The same body type. The same gray eyes.
With each pull, he plucked one of the hairs from the doll's head.
"Master Death!"
In that moment, one of the dark Reapers entered the throne room through an open window, his cloak billowing behind him.
"That man has arrived. We saw him near the river of reincarnation. Junior Reapers went to intercept him!"
The Reaper said.
"Hahahahaha!"
