As the group of men stared at her they just smirked and rolled their eyes "that was eaiser then we thought" muttered one. As they left a new figure came forth, a figure she had seen many times but never really talked to him. The shadowy figure of thanatos, the god of Death. The god walked over slowly and looked at the girl and croucthed low slightly to her "Tsk Tsk, I would have expected better from you" he said tiredly rolling his eues as his wings opened and he slowly took her soul from her body slowly. He then looked at the soul that he held in his armsd as he sighed "oh whata  shame that you died oh so young" his voice was sarcastic and filled with venom