Ideas

Death City has always been an interesting place, a place of violence, mischief, and chaos. Yet within the harsh desert lies the home of the DWMA, and the most eventful years in the city's history started with you.

You were born as a witch's daughter, after escaping the torture and abuse you traveled to find a curious-looking little boy with three white stripes across half of his black hair, he looked like the prince charming you would see in your dreams. Through trials of denial, hurt feelings, anger, and stubbornness, you found that the one you'd been dreaming of, was death himself.

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I wrote this when I was like 16, I went back and edited it since it is a long story and I didn't want it to go to waste, Enjoy!