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Title: Long Live the King
Characters: Sandman!Death, Roger, brief!Dragon
Genre: Fiction
Rating: PG
Word Count: 280
Prompt: Crossover
Summary: There were some people who knew her and were unafraid.

Long Live the King

No one noticed her as she wandered through the packed square. No one stopped to stare at the strange pale dark-haired girl dressed in torn black clothes. She glanced now and then at the spectators, all transfixed at the sight of the magnificent figure in red that walked proudly to his execution. He briefly glanced her way. A confident smile touched his rakish face at the sight of her. She smiled back brightly, the strange markings around her eyes crinkling in amusement.

Another man, wrapped in a cloak with a grim thoughtful expression, also noticed her. He scowled as she brushed by him. She just gave him a flirtatious glance as she turned back briefly, her ankh shining brightly in the burning sun.

Oh don't worry, you'll know when it’s your turn.

As his voice echoed across the square, the spears of the executioners furiously tried to silence him. But there were some things even Death could not stop. Try as they might, they would never kill what that man had stood for and what he created through his death. She saw and laughed with delight even as his blood soaked the platform.

Really! She laughed as he joined her, his red coat billowing about him with all the regal authority of the King of the Pirates. You and the rest! You make life so interesting for Us.

That's the idea. He grinned at her, proud and unabashed as a child. Out of curiosity, anyone I know due soon?

That's entirely up to them. She took his gallant arm and quietly walked off with a legend, destined never to truly die so long as his spirit…or rather his will remained.

So I used to be am a Sandman junkie! Death was one of my favorite characters from that wonderful series. I briefly debated between using her or Terry Pratchett's Death, but ultimately decided that I wanted more drama/fluff and less humor.

Omake:

I DO ENJOY LOUD GOODBYES, BUT YOURS PRACTICALLY DEAFENED ME.

"You'll get over it. By the way, you're all bones, right?"

CORRECT.

"So do you...?"

WE'RE GETTING OFF-SUBJECT. IT'S TIME FOR YOU TO BE HEADING OFF.

"But I've seen you eat..."

COME, YOU'VE GOT LOTS OF OLD FRIENDS AND ENEMIES WANTING TO MEET UP WITH YOU.

"But..."

One afterlife later...

"Rude bag of bones. I guess I'll just take that as a yes."