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Convincing Immortals

“Not a surprise to see you haven’t aged a bit,” I said. He rolled his green eyes and cracked his knuckles.

“You’re not dead yet?” He flashed a fake smile showing his perfect teeth. I wiped my rotting teeth with my tongue as he adjusted his grey suit. “What do you want?”

“What? I can’t summon my oldest friend just to say hello?” I asked sarcastically.

“Please, Rochelle, all you ever wanted was favors from others. You never could do things by yourself.”

“You do know me well. While I do have a favor to ask of you, I did want to see you again after about 500 years,” Abranis stood perfectly still, “I need you to kill someone for me.”

“Not that you could possibly give me anything, for I have all eternity, but what would be in it for me?”

“Simple, I won’t torture you,” Abranis gave a belly laugh, “Oh, it’s funny, huh?” I pointed my finger at him and suddenly he yelled in pain. I was forcing him to hear the screams of all the souls he killed, “Now what’s your answer?”

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