Death was bored. He had been ruling over the underworld for eons, and he felt like he needed a change. He wanted to create something new, something different, something that would challenge his power and creativity.
He summoned his loyal servant, the Grim Reaper, to his throne room. The Reaper bowed before his master, holding his scythe in his skeletal hand.
“What is your command, my lord?” he asked.
“I have a task for you, Reaper,” Death said. “I want you to create a new city for me. A city where the souls of the dead can dwell in eternity. A city that reflects my glory and majesty. A city that is unlike any other in the cosmos.”
By Donald H Roberts
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