#queued af

Simple enough question.

But it still stung Death’s heart, it still made her throat clench and tears build up in eyes.

Nakita...That smug bitch...She’s pay for this, oh how she’d pay. This wasn’t how it was supposed to go. She was happy finally, Death was happy! She was loves and supported and people cared about her again, and Nakita came in to load up all of Death’s happiness, put it into a bag, and throw it into a river. She’d die this time, for good.

Even Arach was iffy about this, looking at Nakita with the same fear Death had always glared at her with, and somehow, Death just knew that if Sugar was still here, she’d be scared also.

With a steady look at Fido, who was chained and sitting next to Nakita with the saddest, most begging look he could muster, Death sighed. And as she sighed, she turned on her heel, and walked for the door, “Bad, Nakita, it feels bad, and I won’t let you continue to ruin my happiness, not anymore.”

“Oh? But Death, one more question! What does it feel like knowing you can’t be saved either? You’ll always be sad, Death, you’ll always be scared and alone and you know it. Keep that in mind as you walk out the door!”

“Walk out? Oh, Nakita, no.” Death smiled softly, throwing a glace that screamed ‘I’m pitying you’ towards Nakita. “I’m locking it, because with the magic Kaos just used, you won’t be able to poof, darling.” Death shook her head, locking to door and turning back around to smile at Nakita, “And the one thing you seem to have forgotten, hun, is that I’m holy now, holy with a 12 year long grudge against you.”

And that was the last time anyone saw Nakita’s pretty face. That was the last time anyone spoke her name in front of Death, and that was the last time any demon tried to upset her.

Because Nakita didn’t have a pretty face, no, because holy beings burn corruption, and all Nakita was, was corruption. Because no one remembered her name, though it was always on the tip of their tongues, because evils should never be remembered and Death knew this. Because even if they were to make Death upset, no one could stop her, because now, Death was holy.

A horseman was holy, and nothing in the world could stop her from destroying what she wanted.