She Who Decides Death

She Who Decides Death

Chapter 1: Tired of Bringing Death

Standing on a green hill that overshadowed the town, a gallant wind flowing by as her eyes laid showing no compassion. Holding her hand forward as a heavy impulse flowed around her, ripping apart the aged and distraught clothing she’d worn for so many years as her careless long hair burned into the ground as the disrupting rays took a more reminiscent shape and the fabric of space was seemingly turn and in so unveiled the swirling darkness that tied it all together. Taking but a few simple steps forwards towards the violent rip as her body shedded at an increased rate, leaving her bare naked in her essentialness as she soon disappeared without a notice. Only mere minutes later would it become apparent of her own intentions as a swirling black hole had appeared and consumed the land where she once draught, returning it all to from wince it came after so many years had gone by, the action coming without hesitance.

Taking but gentle steps through the void where all that was, were or will be scattered randomly among nothing, an indescribable place where only a determined few could wander. Though amixt it all, a set path always stayed true to her very will as crossings stones appeared from nowhere and disappeared as she took every step. Yet, even in this indescribable place signs of humanity remained in the shape of sacred structures that laid scattered all around the vast plane, though the girl’s peak of attention remained keen on what seemed like a simple pedestal made in stone where a simple black book rested as a ‘pen’ stood still on its side.

Making herself on the even terrain surrounding the pedestal as her feet laid bare and her body pure, she proceeded to handle the small book. Opening it’s cover, the books secret had been unveiled as it’s size was a lie as she flipped through each filled page with general care and attention as a vast array of written names passed by until a blank appeared. Taking special care and attention she wrote down her achievements.

“Alternate Earth #1493; destroyed due to inability to evolve in the slightest in under a hundredth years”

Putting down the pen besides the book she closed the book and turned around, raising her hand to waist length as she tightened her hand on an ‘invisible’ doorknob as a door like fixture appeared before her afterwards. Twisting her wrist she prepared to enter the door that she had assembled, only to be stopped dead in her tracks as a crackling sound filled the world and all existence boiled down to nothing if only for a moment. Holding but a simple glass of wine the ‘king’ of death sat on his throne as his jagged robes sagged on his bone-like body as he distinguished himself apart from the bones that made his throne. Though for his daughter, the sight failed to stand out as her expression failed to change, though her apparel did as a creeping fire rose from her feet and covered her body in a black robe similar to that of her father.

“Daughter, How are you? You seem unhappy” the king had asked his daughter.
“Mans foolishness is annoying me father. Why must I wander these planes and judge them while you simply lounge in this world having everything you want in your fingertips.” the daughter asked in an unpleasant tone.
“Cause that is my duty, to govern the realm of the dead and ensure all souls go to where they belong. Such a task requires my full attention, so I am allowed to lounge here. You however, don’t have such tasks, and so you’ve been given this task by my brother. To deal with these alternate worlds you and he deem not worthy of existing. But, daughter, you should know this., after all, it’s been explained to you, over a thousand times.” the king had answered in a stern tone once more, hiding even but the slightest hint of emotion.
“I know father, but, I grow tired of bringing death to foolish man. Not even my bloodlust makes me happy now, nor am I appreciated and warn them about their judgement.” the daughter said in response, her annoyance becoming more apparent.
“That is, enough Daughter Gwen. I share some sympathy for you, but as the world stand now, there is little I can do without consent of my brother. Just try to bare by till you judge seven more realms. Till then, I must leave you be. Being Death is not an easy task you know” the king answered in a final response.

Content and satisfied with the word he had, the place they resided diffused with the other, leaving the fabric of space to return to how it was before, with the daughter of death still nude and her hand still wrapped around the door knob. Disconcerting the chat she had just finished with a small scowl she pushed the door open as the same apparel she wore moments ago re-appeared on her body once more as she arrived in the new world. The door she had used to arrive here had vanished just as she had taken her first steps into the world and the area she had started her journey on. Feeling uneasy about her task ahead, she simply walked onwards towards the civlization of the world she had come to judge.