Life and Death

Religion always seemed to be a primary topic of the human culture, beliefs fluctuating from the presence of many gods to only one. As sad or relieving as it could be to the whole of humanity, nothing they believed was the truth. Angels, Demons, Gods and Devils.. None of it existed. Instead, there was only those cosmic beings who once ruled over the universe itself. To them it was no more than a plaything, something of a mere toy.

While some resided within the vast universe, others remained on it's outskirts. Two of those beings, however, found themselves jumping from home to home. These creatures were simply known as Life and Death, and with every passing came a new reincarnate of those winged beasts. This iteration, Life and Death would take the form of two young girls. Being born at the same time, these two would grow to eventually meat each other in their teenage years, long after learning of their identities and abilities.

Death, with the name of Nyx, stood outside the glass doors of her new school. A blackened dress lined with raven feathers covered her body, a small silver pen twirling between her fingers. She wore dark sandals and an intricate choker, all of which managed to hide her angelic body. So, with a deep sigh of irritation, she'd step forward and approach Oceanside Academy. For the next few years, Nyx would be spending her life within these walls, though thankfully she had been given a rather nice dorm. Much to the girl's benefit, Nyx had grown with wealthy parents. They knew nothing of her true nature, especially since the signs only began appearing once she reached her teenage years. This being said, those two unloving and wealthy individuals had organized a good life for her here, one with a singles dorm and ocean view. Only two of these rooms existed at Oceanside Academy, oddly enough.

Upon entering, Nyx would be overwhelmed with spectacular architecture and a bustling crowd of students. They chattered about and spoke with so much noise.. though that wasn't what the girl noticed. No, she immediately felt the ticking clocks burning in her mind, each one describing in horrid detail when these students would die off. Some had decades, some had years, a few even had months.. Regardless, she shrugged this off before heading forward, easily making her way to a lonely table at the edge of this chaos.

While the angel of death ,in some sort of irony lived a wealthy life and experienced much of what a commoner in this city could wish for, the angel of life was the opposite. A tell old as time, of the only daughter of a poor man and woman. The two loved her unconditional and being within a body such as her, many would have abandoned her, yet they did not. They named her Sally, but the life being true name was Azraelle . Many humans knew that name to be of a fictional greek goddess of life, death, and rebirth. Well, this being was two of those things, so they didn't miss too much off the mark. And so Sally Azraelle became her name.

The life angel ,as people would called winged beasts, also know as the Hope of Light,  had just stepped into her new school. One would wonder how such a poor girl got into such a high profile school. The simple answer is magic and he aura of good luck, but the more logical explanation is her mother working as cafeteria lady here. But who's checking? She walks into school with her hair in a ponytail and glasses tucked in the pocket of her button up shirt. She looks around the school, just watching the mortal beings move about to hurry to their classes. She could see the life within them all and feel their wonderful cloud of hormonal emotions. Oh to be human and go through this awkward with the mortals for once.

The blonde beauty continued on to her first class, but then froze. She turns her head around only to loose track . She could have sworn she saw death? Not death itself but as of someone was dead or about to die , walking into the crowd like nothing. Maybe she was seeing things. For now Sally Azraelle headed into her first class. Taking a seat in the front row.

Azraelle was taking out her notebook and pencil to get started on her work. A soft grin across her face as she hums a soft tone. A soft chill ran up her spine. Like there was a present of something dead. It was stronger than before with less students in the room. There could be two explainations to this. One : there was a terminally ill student in  or Two : another cosmic creature with an opposing aura to her own was lurking around. Azraelle looks around the room, turning around to politely asked for the girl behind her for a pencil, casually sweeping the room quickly in search for this chill.