Amos watched on, as the two traveling adventurers entered his real, the divorce papers on his desk, their edges yellow. He did not know what game Time was playing now, but if it leads to Gog dying for true, Amos was going to have to…
Amos blinked.
The only way he had done what he had to the Universe was with Karma's help. Both had judged the being to be evil, and…
Amos shook his head. He did not want to think about the possibility that a being stronger than the universe existed out there. It was too dreadful for words.
Amos heard a knock on his door, and he blinked. Who would willingly want to visit Death? Most people did their best to stay out of their way.
Amos stood, put on his illusion of a handsome man with gray hair, and opened the door.
Only to see just the same old paintings on the other side.
"Down here," a sweet voice said. Amos looked down, his eyes lighting up when he saw the brunette fairy.
