I never felt the pain of the scythe coming down on me. A thick substance splashed across my face. I opened my eyes to see two tall figures stand in front of me. I looked down at myself to not see a single scratch on my body.
Am I alive because of plot armor?
If so, thank God I'm the fucking protagonist of this God damn story.
A familiar metallic smell filled my nose as it brought my thoughts to a halt. Crimson dripped on my hands. I looked up once more to see an unfamiliar man and woman turn and face me.
"Are you alright Master?"
Master?
Before contemplating that my mind crashed along with the melting of my eyes. Excuse me, but since when did I have such two hotties accompany me?
