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An End

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Gracethewriterartist

Published: Jul 1, 2017

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There was a loud boom. Before Hades knew it, the Underworld had exploded. About two minutes ago, the explosion had started somewhere in the Elysium Fields and quickly expanded from there. It even startled Narcissus from staring at his pulchritudinous self as he disappeared.
As Hades disintegrated into dust, he smiled. He’ll be back soon.

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slice of angel's cake
1. Everyone dies in the end OR everyone dies in the beginning.
2. No/minimal internal dialogue.
3. 55 words or 505 words.
3. Include the word pulchritudinous.
5. Happy/optimistic ending