Deep breaths…..

In and out.

In and out.

Repeat.

You'll be fine……

…..He won't find you……

I'll protect you…

I promise.

This wasn't the time to become more stressed than he already was. Death sat on his chair, throwing off his cloak feeling as if it were hot fire on his bones. A few drops of sweat fell from his skull as the vampire focused on calming himself. He continued to take more deep breaths, feeling as if he couldn't get enough air, which was scary enough considering he didn't have any lungs that would need air.

Death stood up from his chair slowly, looking down to the maps on his desk as he continued to breath.

“G-Good luck finding her..?” Death breathed out as he folded the map and placed it back in the drawer, letting out a breathy whisper, “What the hell is going on..?”

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̸̡̡̢̨̢̢̡̧̡̨̧̨̨̢̨̢̧̢̧̛̼͙̜͈̭͕̳͈͙͈͔̰͇̞̺̪̘̠͔͖͖̱͕͍͔̩͕̟̬̳̠̪̪̟̥̘̭̞̫̱͖̻̣̭͔̣̟̼͈͍͓̥̝̹̘͖͙̩̬̻̫̳̩̮̩̘̼̙̝̻͎̬̞͈̱̝̦̞̝̰̙̞̳͍̻̰͔̮͉͍̼̥͕̱̩͚͎̼̰̮̟͔̖͙̟͕̯̙̣̭͖̲̗̫̺̻͎̭̗̩̜͇̲̗͓̻̭͓͎͉̫͙͖͎̺̗̼̗̤̬͕̞̼̱̯͎̞͉͐̎̈̽̎̀̆͆͌̐̾̋͌̏̓̈́́̅̾̓͊͗͑̊̐̌͂͋̐̀̐̅͗͗̈̓̈́̓̿͌̐̓̆̑͑̄̐̍̌̉̋͗͑̍̃̏̆̃̉̅̍̍͗̈́̏̆̒́̇̐̍̅͋̆̈́̓̓͐͂͛̊̉̓̒̈́̓̐̎͊̃̌͊̅́͛̓̈̽̎̆̈́͛͛̃͒̀͆̉̆͊̉͆͒̕̚͘̕̕̕̚͜͜͜͜͠͝͝͠͝͠͝ͅͅͅͅ

Death shook his head and cleared his thoughts quickly before he stressed himself out more. He needed to be focused for himself and his district.

The sound of the door being opened snap Death out of his mini trance. He quickly composed himself and turned to whoever was there.

“Sir?” a guard walked through, looking into the room with concern, “Is everything alright? I heard a small crash here.”

Death blinked and looked to the ground, seeing a small pole that held a candle, luckily it was unlit, on the floor near his desk. Death assumed he must have knocked it over when he woke up from that nightmare, perhaps he was a bit more freaked out then he thought.

Death looked back to the guard, “Nah, everything is fine, I accidently knocked it over when I stood up.” Death lied, the guard nodded, instantly convinced by statement and left shortly after.

Death sighed and rubbed his head, his soul beats went back to normal, he was calm. He walked away from the desk and went to a map that had a few circles on it, he looked over it and crossed his arms. He would still need to go over it with Nim but he believed he found a possible place for their citizens to evacuate to. It was just west of here, on a side of a mountain but well hidden. He would need to send a few of his soldiers to look over the place, to see if it's safe as Death hoped it would be, and then they would start with faze one.

Faze one is to get the kids out first. If it's just as Geno and Nim said, then the monster kingdom would attack Red District first, so the kids would need to be the first to leave, of course, they'll be heavily guarded with Death’s best soldiers.

Death sighed and backed up from the map and looked out the window he had, he could see small bits of shimmering light coming from the tunnel. Everyone was asleep.

Death tapped his head and sighed, “Isabelle!”

In an instant a small bat flew through the window in front of Death, the bat soon turned into a small werewolf vampire, “Good evening Leader!” The vampire chimed, “What can I do for you?”

Death crossed his arms and sighed, “The request I filled out for you, how is it going?”

“Actually!” The vampire hummed and pulled out a staff, “I finished it a few hours ago! I was waiting till night to give it to you!”

Death nodded and reached out for the staff, holding it and shifting it around, “Thank you. Does have the feature that I asked for?”

The vampire stepped into the small part of the window, getting ready to jump, “Of course Leader! Just press the button! I must go now, farwell!” They said before jumping out the window, turning into a bat before they hit the ground and flying off.

Death nodded and sighed, putting the staff into a small holster on his back. He walked down the stairs and through a few hallways till he was at the gate of the castle. The few guards there gave him a nod as he walked past them into the small town. A few citizens that were still awake gave him a small nod and continued what they were doing as Death continued to walk till he was past the orphanage and to the tunnel, where the two guards stood.

“I'll be back.” was all Death said as he walked past them and into the tunnel with no problems from the guards.

His steps echoed through the tunnel as he walked through, the light from the outside getting a bit brighter, but due to the fog the light remained dull.

As Death stepped out into the open, he was about to take a breath of air but he was suddenly met with the faces of Yellow Soldiers.

“Sir!” they said and quickly went up to Death who rushed over to them.

“Spit it out!” Death huffed when he saw the soldiers stumble on their words, looking a bit distraught.

“Something happened in Yellow!” One of the soldiers said once the rest silenced themselves, “We have no idea what went on but we can't find Nim anywhere!”

Death tensed slightly, and let out a breath, “You two.” he said and pointed to the soldiers, “Get my soldiers and tell them to meet me at Yellow, make sure Red is guarded!!” Death growled before turning and sprinting towards Yellow’s direction.

The soldiers nodded and quickly ran inside while the rest followed Death back to Yellow district.

Hopefully this won't end like Green.

Hopefully.

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(So i said fuck it and im updating it while im in school)

Sssoooooo sorry i made you guys wait so long for the next chapter and that it's short!

But i wanted to say something regarding the last chapter i wrote, the one about the things i needed to talk about.

I just wanted to say thank you guys so much!!!♡ literally i can't thank you guys enough for all the support ;;W;;

Ahdjdskhdkeh literally i am so grateful!!♡♡♡♡

I read all your comments and seriously that ment a lot to me X33

But all in all, i hope you guys enjoyed this chapter!

Im sorry that this one is a lot shorter then i normally write!

But i promise that the next one will a lot longer! ;3

Well that's it!

Pepe! out!