Saturday, Last Day of the World

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"Well, well, well. Hope, right? Is that what they call you here?"
"What are you doing here?" Hope spat at the three other reapers, not making eye contact. "You have assignments."
"We've been given a new one." The 1st spoke up.
This intrigued them. "By who?" They turned their back to the bar and faced their siblings. "It's my job to give out the assignments."
"Father gave it to us. Apparently you have been meddling with Angels and Demons. Father wants you home right now. He needs to speak to you." Said the 2nd
"Not right now...I'm busy."
The 3rd scoffed. "Busy with what exactly?"

"In case you haven't noticed, earths gone to shit. The worlds about to end. Humans can see us now! Just look around. We are being stared at."
"Look..." The 1st spoke again. "We knew this was going to happen. We knew for thousands of years. It's the Great Plan. I don't see why you busy because of this."

"We were going to stop it. The angel, demon and I. We were so close but we failed." They trailed off. "Just leave me. I'm done. I'm gonna go say my last goodbyes and...I don't know...enjoy the world one last time."
"You've gotten too attached. You can't changed the eneffable."

Hope smirked, and got up from the bar.

"Just try and stop me."

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