Life could be strange some days.
It was little things, little miracles in a daily living.
A child taking a hand.
Well... and not dying.
Very few beings could take his hand, and not take a trip to there end.
He didn't know if he should cry or laugh, after all these eons he'd found someone not part of his family he could touch.
His beloved was ever dying, too stubborn to die and would only die on there own terms.
His tiny Goth, was his own child already showing they would be a Death god in the future.. he remembered being so terrified of touching Goth at birth in fear they'd died.
Then there was this child, Harry.
He was pretty sure he knew whose child they were, those star eyes and happy attitude was so familiar.
Strange, how a missing child could still be so like there parents who'd they'd never miss.
Now of course he wondered why there child was immune to deaths touch, when he knew that his parents were not?
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Misplaced Paints
FanfictionOn a horrible day, an Ink from another multiverse stole Palette and threw him into the void. In another Dimension not multiverse, a human couple find an abandoned human newborn. Harry woke up from Death, chose to live. Choosing his own Destiny. Dest...
