Mercy Black was not a merciful girl. While this was quite contrary to her name, those who knew her or her past understood why she was the way she was. That didn't make it right. But not much regarding Mercy Black was.
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Mercy looked up at the entity known as Death. "This reads like I'm some... wicked killer with no morals or something." She said gesturing towards the black leather book in her lap with her name embossed in gold on the cover. The entity (for death has no gender & we cannot refer to it by such) slowly turns to it's companion. "Are you not?" It asks, voice slow and gravely. "No!" She cried aghast. "I may have lost touch with reality since being here but I'm not that bad." "Are you not?" "No. No I'm not." she replied firmly. "We shall see about that." "What do you mean 'we shall see about that'?!" Mercy said glouring at the cloaked cloud of Darkness known as Death. "The only things to see here are you, me, & this small study we inhabit. You know as well as I do that there is nothing more that exists upon this plane of existence. You control everything here, and where there is death, life cannot be. You have told me such yourself often enough." "That may be so, but as my mistress you have certain... privileges and abilities. And while death conquers all, and all bow to death there is only one death may bow to." "Now that's just plain not true. I have seen you bow to Lady Life often enough." "That was not my meaning child and you know it." "Well, what does any of this have to do with us 'seeing about weather or not I have morals'." "Patience child, I am getting there." "Well then get there faster. We may quite literally have all the time in the world but I..."
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And then Mercy Black was gone. She had vanished straight out of the study, leaving Death to ponder how much trouble his young mistress would cause in the living world. Would it owe Life a favour for this? Most likely, just about everything involving Mercy seemed to go south sooner or later...