GreatestEfer

The moment I step through my backdoor, my two-months-old, adorable husky charges at me while whining furiously. “You must have been scared all alone, poor thing. It’s the scary sounds from our backyard and streets, isn’t it? Come here, little bud. A belly rub will make you feel all better,” and as I roll him on his back, he starts to relieve himself. Maybe the sounds wasn’t it. I decide to take a quick shower to wash off the urine and the stench and to blow off some steam as the sirens overlap each other on my entire street. As I dry myself, someone knocks several times on my door. My dog scurries over to my leg

“T-t-tom-x Der-oo-g-gain?” the she-angel stutters out. It must be hard to pronounce. “It’s Thomas Drogan,” I mutter. “Thank you. Now, I can’t allow anyone who witnessed my descend to live so you’ll have to die. Good bye,” as she shot a beam of light from the tip of her index finger directly through my heart. My chest begins to feel heavy as I slowly fall backwards toward the ground. It seems like the weight of the world wants to bury me 50 feet underground as the sounds around me slowly fade into silence, and my eyes dim to darkness with only the small light at the end of the tunnel as my

My name is Chaos, but on Earth I go by Tom. Actually, I have innumerable names and epithets, but my driver license reads “Thomas Drogan” so Tom it is. Even though I easily had it forged, I never understood why I’m required by terrestrial law to carry personal identification. Hello? I’m the God of Death. Do people need anymore information? Contrary to popular belief and though “Grim Reaper” is also one of my names, I’m not a skeleton. I have blood, flesh, and all the other body parts just like any other normal human. Well, technically they were not mine, but since I seized possession of this body sev