Author's Note: Here is the third and final installment for Rejection Hurts by popular demand. Enjoy!

"Death, I'm bored - entertain me," came a huffy demand from a young woman as she flung herself into the nearest chair, looking for all intents and purposes as if being bored was a grave injustice against her person. Her vibrant, green eyes bore metaphorical holes at her companion as a pout began to form as they continued to ignore her.

Death, an Entity - one of ten immortal and immaterial beings, simply let out a long sigh as they finally raised the shadowed hood from their paperwork to stare at the non-mortal woman sitting across from their work desk. "We have so much paperwork to catch up on right now, with this latest unplanned natural disaster, can't you go find something to occupy yourself with?" They asked, tone expressing the exasperation and exhaustion they were feeling. Somehow, a mutant on Earth was activated with immortality. Not true immortality, that could only be gifted in certain situations but it was a near thing. Which unfortunately fell under their domain and it meant that they had to have quadruplicate copies of all of the standard paperwork to be prepared, filed, appealed, and accepted before being sent off to the other related entities.

They waved a hand, non-verbally summoning one of their minions to take the newest batch of paperwork to the entity this part related to, Time. Harry, the Mistress, and companion of Death huffed in annoyance at seeing the entity basically ignoring her request for attention, before pushing herself out of the chair. "Fine then, I'll find something to do since you are too busy for me."

She turned and stomped away, leaving the entity alone with the fourteen other minions who had been conscripted into doing the paperwork with them - Death had made the mistake once, only once, on trying to get their master to help them, they had ended up crying for the first time in their existence as in a moment of frustration for the endless paperwork, Harry had caught their entire desk on fire, burning all of the paperwork they had been working on for months. Death went back to their paperwork and silence filled the workroom for several long moments - minutes, hours, weeks, years could have passed - before the pen fell from their grasp and they rushed up out of their seat, following the path their master had taken. They had learned that a bored Harry was a disaster waiting to happen, one that usually resulted in mass amounts of paperwork and mayhem and a cackling Chaos entity following in their master's wake.

Harry took a moment to stare around at the mopey, depressed reapers who seemed to drag their limbs around. She took a deep breath before clapping her hands once, immediately garnering the attention of all the oddly shaped beings in the room. The former witch sent a sunny smile in their direction, looking for the most part like a demented, radiant being. "Hello, little reapers! I am here to make your existence so much more fun! Who wants to play a game?"

One of the more curious beings edged closer to the immortal woman. It was a simple-looking being with a skeleton body wearing a mask of a large, more terrifying skull outside of its head. "What kind of game?" It asked silkily.

"Oh, a very fun one." Harry beamed at him in such obvious joy that the reapers closest to her hissed in fear and all collectively took a step back. "In fact, for being the first one brave enough to step forward - I dub thee King of the Shinigami." With a flick of her wrist, a shiny gold crown appeared on top of his skull - it would take the new King many years of attempting to remove the crown before giving up and just trading the outer skull for a new piece of headwear. "Indeed, you see. When I was younger, one little book caused such chaos within my life. I can't help but wonder what this will do." With that said, she waved her hand and a stack of notebooks appeared next to the new King. "Write the name of any human on it and watch the fun begin. Have fun figuring out the rules, tah!"

The immortal witch skipped away, deciding to leave the realm of the dead to the living. Perhaps there was something new to entertain herself with, elsewhere, an immortal man in a time machine sneezed briefly before flying off to his next adventure.

Death would come to find Harriel standing over one of the scrying cups, her expression radiating guilt as she watched events happening in modern-day Japan. The entity could feel the beginnings of a massive migraine on the way as they stopped next to their companion, "What have you done now?" They asked, resignation clear in their tone.

"Okay so, first off - I totally resent the implication that I've done something wrong. Secondly, I may have handed out some magical notebooks to the Shinigami - and well, they may have developed a gambling problem - totally not my fault, you should probably make a support class about that - and one of them got super bored and may have dropped it in the human realm and now there is a serial killer or something using the magical notebooks. But he's only targeting the bad guys so, you know, good news?" She looked up with a guilty smile and a small shrug of her shoulders.

Death took in a deep breath, feeling the irritation twitch behind their eye socket begin again. "You know what, we do not get paid enough for this." The entity turned around and headed back towards their office. "Whatever, just let the Shinigami figure it out. If it becomes a problem, we are not in the office."

"Oh dear," Harry began, watching with wide eyes, "it seems he's developed a cult following. Hmm, how interesting."

"Still not my problem." Death stated in denial as they left the way they had entered the room.

Author's Note: Tada!