"Come choose, whether you choose to be saved by the Goddess of Death or to be killed by the heroes,"
she addressed the praying believers of death.
"Those who wish to be killed by a hero, raise your hands."
"..."
"..."
Death.
The concept was terrifying, but only for those without the notion of Hell—at least for the followers of the Goddess of Death.
Reality was the true Hell.
And Hell was a place of bliss, where one needn't suffer from hunger and could reunite with family, where the buried history of all its landscapes and celebrities offered sights beyond the current world's imagination.
So the believers of the Goddess of Death did not fear passing.
And now a choice lay before them all, whether to believe the Goddess of Death would descend to save everyone.
Or to choose to die at the hands of the heroes.
It didn't take long for the believers of death to answer with action—a multitude of hands raised, opting to be killed by the heroes.
