Book Five: Chapter 83

“What happened, how did you win?”

Cecilia looked at Lily, then laughed. “One of the Shadow People broke Death’s teacup. It was apparently one of his favorites.”

“Shadow People aren’t souls or spirits like you know them. His scythe didn’t send them to the Underworld, it actually carved through them.” Lily winced. “I’m fairly certain that he sent them to the Void. Utter oblivion.”

“And they deserved it!” Death stormed in through the door, his eyes blazing. He still carried his scythe, which gleamed with its own supernatural aura.

“Sorry about your mug,” Beth offered.

“Indeed.” Death frowned. “I regret to inform you that the kitty from my mug is no longer hanging on. Though it was an old mug, I doubt that cat is even alive anymore.” He turned his attention to the tub and let out a gasp. “I was unaware we had company! Where are my manners, I must look a fright!”

He tapped the butt of his scythe on the ground, then folded it into his robes. Beth watche