"You'll never defeat me..."

Their voice was so weak, yet it portrayed the confidence that sent a shiver down the cloaked persons spine in front of them. Of course they couldn't be defeated, they were immortal, just like she was.

She could remember that day perfectly. It was cold, cold enough to wear her cloak that day, her shoes crunching in the snow as she approached the once human in front of her. They were in blood soaked snow, a twisted grin pulling at their face. Eyes widening from humor, they chuckled loudly, too loudly.

"I can't die, you moron." Their voice was loud, taunting, yet weak.

With those seals binding their wrists together, they couldn't have their natural regeneration. They were as slow as a human. Still immortal, but maybe that was a good thing. She didn't think she could bring down the weapon to end their life, no matter how bad they were.

"I know." Her voice that day was quiet, shameful.

It was her mistake, after all.

"Can you feel the madness?" The person asked, "You can, can't you?"

"Of course I can."

Regret coursed through her body. Things weren't supposed to go this way. No one was supposed to get that powerful and give into the madness, it shouldn't have happened, not on her watch.

The Grim Reaper was supposed to protect people, but she failed.

Now thousands were dead, and the person responsible was just smiling away.

"The madness made me the most sane I've ever been!" Their laugh cackled across the empty, destroyed field, more blood seeping into the snow below her.

"You're utterly insane." She tsked at them, weapon held close to her chest.

The weapon pulsed in her hands, and she understood what it meant. This had to end now, she couldn't let this continue.

She pushed the barrel of the weapon against their forehead, feeling their laughing pulse through the weapon. The madness wave lengths from this close were strong, but they had no effect on her. A Grim Reaper was immune to madness if they didn't give in.

"We have to end this, here, now," She said.

This shouldn't be happening, but it was.

"You can't kill me!" They laughed so hard she swore she could hear another rib break. "I'm just like you, I can't die by your stupid weapon."

She pushed further, forcing their head against the cold snow. "That doesn't mean I can't do anything about you."

A series of gunshots filled the air before their laughing filled the void of sound, bullets pelting their body as they simply found it hilarious. This was what happened when someone gave into the madness and became this demon, their souls being pitched into utter insanity. There was no going back, after you made that choice.

"I have an idea, where to put you." She kneeled down next to the giggling creature, her eyes glowing with magical energy. "I think it just might work."

"Just because I'll be gone," They said, "Doesn't mean the madness will go away."

"And neither will courage," She said.

"Ha, good luck with that. The only reason you and your weapon fought me is because you can't die, not normally. One day, I'll come back, and when I do, I'm going to show you what true madness is really like."

She simply smiled sadly down at them, lips opening to say one last goodbye to her old friend.

"Goodbye."

"Bye bye, Bubbly."