"Wow, that guy looks strong..." Death thought. "We might need some outside help..."
"Dude, no. No enemy in the world's worth-"
"Shut up, Livingness. Look at that guy! He's a clear example of an immortal! And you know, there's nothing Dad hates more than an immortal..." Death flipped open his phone and pressed a few buttons. "Uh... Hi, Dad."
"What is it this time?" asked an angry voice down the line. "Have you spent all your college funds on hemp again?"
"Um, no... Well, yes, but that's not why I'm calling. See, there's this immortal who's trying to kill us-"
"Gah, can this wait? I'm in a meeting right now. Tell you what, I'll be there in 15 minutes. Until then, just cope with it on your own."
15 MINUTES LATER
"Alright, sorry for the delay, traffic was murder- oh," Shinigami, the lord of death said, looking around. The car was in two neat halves, bits of hero were strewn everywhere, and Livingness was running around, doing his best at raising the dead, only to sigh exasperatedly when Carmine killed them again. Death the Kid (being immortal) was managing to subdue Carmine as well as he could, bearing in mind he'd lost both arms, one leg and his intestines were hanging out at an odd angle. "Hi Dad!" he called, hopping up and down on his remaining foot.
"Hi, uncle Shinigami," Livingness said nervously, crawling out from under a rock.
"Hello, boys. Another fine mess you've got yourself into, I see," Shinigami said, indicating the corpses of our heroes.
"Um, yeah, I was just working on fixing that..." Livingness mumbled apologetically.
"Not to worry, I'll take it from here. Lifaga!" Shinigami yelled, raising all the dead, reattaching lost limbs and replacing lost blood and organs in the process. Unfortunately for Death, he never died in the first place, so the healing didn't work on him.
"And now for you." Shinigami continued, turning to face Carmine.
"Dude, no. No enemy in the world's worth-"
"Shut up, Livingness. Look at that guy! He's a clear example of an immortal! And you know, there's nothing Dad hates more than an immortal..." Death flipped open his phone and pressed a few buttons. "Uh... Hi, Dad."
"What is it this time?" asked an angry voice down the line. "Have you spent all your college funds on hemp again?"
"Um, no... Well, yes, but that's not why I'm calling. See, there's this immortal who's trying to kill us-"
"Gah, can this wait? I'm in a meeting right now. Tell you what, I'll be there in 15 minutes. Until then, just cope with it on your own."
15 MINUTES LATER
"Alright, sorry for the delay, traffic was murder- oh," Shinigami, the lord of death said, looking around. The car was in two neat halves, bits of hero were strewn everywhere, and Livingness was running around, doing his best at raising the dead, only to sigh exasperatedly when Carmine killed them again. Death the Kid (being immortal) was managing to subdue Carmine as well as he could, bearing in mind he'd lost both arms, one leg and his intestines were hanging out at an odd angle. "Hi Dad!" he called, hopping up and down on his remaining foot.
"Hi, uncle Shinigami," Livingness said nervously, crawling out from under a rock.
"Hello, boys. Another fine mess you've got yourself into, I see," Shinigami said, indicating the corpses of our heroes.
"Um, yeah, I was just working on fixing that..." Livingness mumbled apologetically.
"Not to worry, I'll take it from here. Lifaga!" Shinigami yelled, raising all the dead, reattaching lost limbs and replacing lost blood and organs in the process. Unfortunately for Death, he never died in the first place, so the healing didn't work on him.
"And now for you." Shinigami continued, turning to face Carmine.
