Violet burst out in laughter. "What about earth?"
Something about magic
"True!"
"I would think that destroying earth itself in one go would be easier than on country at a time. After all, the other countries would build defenses to fight us off."
"We're immortal, well i am at least."
"I'm not, but don't worry. I've got a trick or two…I can still turn into a raven."
(Don't want to be rude but this is pretty boring to me)
(Okay I'll pick it up)
Someone approaches. They hold a scythe and wear a T shirt and jeans. Azrael.
"Just what in Hell's name do you think you're doing, Violet and Vozreal?" Azrael said.
Violet jumped. "How do you know my name!?" She hissed.
"I know everyone's names, and I mean everyone's names."
Violet laughed. "We just met Meadow. You better go check on her."
"I know hows shes doing. She was scared of you, Vozreal. I know lots of things."
Violet was surprised, but hid this well. "You know more than I thought you did."
"Don't underestimate the Grim Reaper."
Violet laughed. "I am a mortal, so guess what? Vozreal."
"Laerzov!"
Azrael reaped her soul from her body.
"Can I have immortality!?" Violet shouted while dodging Azrael's scythe.
"I don't know the spell!" Vozreal shouted.
Azrael kept attacking Violet with her scythe, until finally, she didn't miss.
Violet's ruffled dress turned into ruffled feathers. The little bit of soul that she still had roared at Azrael.
"GODDAMMIT!" Azrael shouted as she flew into the air and went after Violet in the air.
The bird spiralled through the air, until landing on Vozreal's shoulder. "Give me my soul back, or I become immortal."
"I dont know how to make you immortal!" Vozreal shouted.
Violet snickered. "But I already am."
"You fuking liar!"
"How did I survive the slash from Azrael's scythe then?"
"You technically didn't! You escaped it with part of your soul left!"
"That's a form of immortal."
"Then why did you ask for me to turn you immortal if you're already immortal? That seems kinda redundant, doesn't it?"
"But I'm not truley immortal."