The Shadows of Life

"What brings you to the land of the dead? asked Mortimer, the king of the grim reapers to his son another reaper called the Necromancer.

"Don't be dramatic, it's just a morgue," said the Necromancer his son.

"Did you come to visit your victims?" asked Mortimer, who was in human form like the Necromancer.

"No, I came because I needed your help, Dad," said the Necromancer.

Mortimer pushed up his glasses which were slipping down his perfect nose.

Mortimer put his hands on his perfectly clean lab coat on his perfect hips looking curiously and defiantly at his son ready to rebuff the sharp verbal jab he expected from his son.

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