Lauder: I want to stay away from that damn brat! I want to fly away from death!!
Hehir: All things are inseparable from the constraints of death. Come on, my child, you will always return to the arms of death.
Lord: Absolutely!!
Hehir: /smile/ Well then, Lordvoldemort! Get out of my room!
I won't marry you!
Laud:/Pounce/Oh dear! Do you think you can leave me, even for a moment?
Hehir: Aren't you going to fly away from death? Then fly away from me first! You are a human being!!
Be virtuous~:. . . (Damn racial discrimination! )
Hehir: Humph!
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Lord Voldemort?
Albas. Dumbledore?
Gellert Grindelwald?
Are they great? Very powerful?
No! NoNoNo! They will all kneel down under the black robe of death in the end!
No matter what they have done or believed in during their lifetime, all living things will eventually return to the God of Death. Death is equal. Come back to God! I will give you eternal life!
The god of death in the dark night has opened his mouth, and the black sickle is harvesting the soul.