It was Luna’s thirteenth sold out concert in a row. Packed stadiums of adoring fans came for miles to see her, and each night he bounced up and down on stage as she sang all of her hit songs. It was a pretty good life.
She had been doing vocal warmups when she found herself unvoluntarily dropping to her knees, pulled down by a chain that appears on her neck, and she felt the warmth come up from the floor. It couldn’t be time already, could it?
Her eyes turned red and a voice inside her head said, “Collection is due.”
“It can’t be yet! Not yet!” She said back aloud.
“Three years of unbridled success, and now I need what’s mine.”
“But I can be useful. I can get others. I can bring them to you.”
“Oh, do you think I’d let your body go to waste? Hardly! I have big plans for it, but now it’s time for me to take your soul.”
Luna’s body went limp for a moment before a masculine laugh escaped her lips. “This wouldn’t have been my first choice for an assignment,” The voice escaping her lips was clearly masculine before she cleared her throat to get it back to its usual perky tone, “But I’m really not complaining. I hope Luna enjoys life in hell.”
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