Cross my Heart: Origins and Lust

Chapter one: Beginning of the End

        "Hovering somberly, Hovering sinisterly, Hovering dutifully, Hovering patiently. Calling the names of those whose time has ended, so others can begin."    -"Grim Reaper" by Amanda Vid

        1349, the peak of the Black Plague. Millions of people have been taken by the ravaging illness that has swept across all of Europe. Every day, hundreds upon thousands of denizens suffer from the fever, headache, chills, weakness, and and swollen buboes assoaciated with the highly contagious disease. And death is right around the corner.

        Literally. The angel Mavet, AKA the grim reaper, has been busier the past few years than he has in centuries. But on one particular night, the angel came across an extraordinary discover. One that could decide the fate of life in the coming centuries. Her name, was Hanna Thomsen.

        Hanna, although only at the young age of 19, had become infected with the Black Plague. And tonight was her scheduled date of expiration. Mavet walks up the drive to an old weather beaten house. Wood chipping away and stone crumbling under the years of abuse made the house to seem like it could crumble to dust any moment. You wouldn't really expect anyone to live here, but alas, someone did.

        The angel knocked on the old wooden door three times. When the resident opened the door, Mavet was quite surprised to see that the young women looked perfectly fine. Someone else must live with the child, he thought to himself. "Excuse me madame, I am but a weary traveler looking to find some rest from his journey. Would it be too much of a burden if I entered and rested my exhausted legs," He asked with his most believable expression of fatigue. The woman stared into his piercing blue eyes and smiled, "Well ofcoarse you may, Sir. Please, enter and take a seat," she stepped aside and offered a hand to the man.

        "Is there anyone else who might live here with you ma' lady." He questioned. He still wasn't quite sure how this woman could look so healthy. Even if she wasn't the correct target, living with an infected victim would take it's toll on a person. Although, she didn't seem to even live in the same realm as the illness. She was flawless. "No I do not," she explained," It's just me here. All alone in this house with no one else to share it with."

        Death pondered for a while. Have I come to the wrong location? He thought. "Madame, if you do not mind me asking, what is your name?" "Hanna," She said, " Hanna Thomsen." The angel was taken by surprise of the answer, she was to expire today. Yet she didn't seem to have any sign of illness with her. Perhaps it was a coincidence?

        Later that night, Mavet arose from his bed and crept into the young woman's quarters. Placing his pale hand on her neck, he read her pulse and her blood for any indication of the plague. It did not take long to find out that she was in fact infected, terribly infected. But somehow, the girl was completely immune to the disease.

        She arose from her slumber and stared at the man with a look of both curiousity and fear," What in the name of God brings you to my chambers," She damanded," Have you no repect for the privacy of others?" Furious and filled with fear, she jumped away from him and wielded a large knife in her hands. Cornered and without an excuse, death replied," That is exactly what brought me here. God. I'm quite sorry to intrude madame, but your time has come. I have arrived to collect your soul." 

        He reached for her temple and pressed firmly with middle fingers. Yet, she did not drop. She stayed perfectly still, alive. Mavet removed his hands from her head and stood back in shock. How? How could she resist the touch of death? She should've dropped to the ground the moment his hand made contact with her skin.

        Clutching her white gown, she slowly back away from her intruder," N-n-nice try, creep. If you are here to take advantage of me, I will not go down without a fight." As he was about to turn and head for the the door, an intense blinding light seeped through the doorway. Through the entryway, a man dressed in armor with white angelic wings entered the room.

        "Gabriel, what are you doing here brother," asked Mavet," your presence is never a good sign, I'm afraid." The archangel Gabriel walked closer to the yound maiden and took her hand. He stared deep into her soul with his golden eyes and began to speak," My dear, you have been born with an extraordinary gift. You are able to withstand the fate of death and live through your years without fear of dieing unnaturally. But the lord has declared that this must come with a cost." 

        Curious as to the angel's words, Mavet stepped to him and questioned. "What cost, brother?" "Hahaha," the angel chuckled," she must bear your child, Mavet." With that the angel opened the door where the light had returned, and stepped through it. " Wait, I must bear the child of the Horseman Death?" The young girl began to hyperventilate, she did not wish to do so. She wished with all her will that she could not, but, her faith was stronger than herself. "If it is the will of God, then so be it."

        With that, Death and Hanna Thomsen lay together that night. Nine months later they gave birth to a young boy. He had inherited his mother black hair and fair skin, but wielded his father's unnaturally blue eyes. The night of the child's birth the angel returned, informing the two of them that the child must leave with death to live in heaven until his fate decided to bring him back to earth. Knowing the mother could not take care of the child herself, she accepted and the baby was taken back to heaven to live with Death. 

        Hundreds of years later, the boy never aged. Living in this realm forbade him from doing so. The plague finally died out, and eventually a new empire arose in the west. The land was dubbed America and hundreds of years passed as the civilization continued to grow and become more powerful. One February 13th, 1998, Archangel Gabriel entered the home of death and told him the child's time had come. He would have to leave this realm and enter the realm of mortals.

        Mavet did not question the angel's command, and set the baby in a basket wrapped with the darkest of satin. They transported to the realm of the living and dropped off the child at the steps of a young couple, unable to have children. The next morning, a young man opened the door of the home to leave and stumbled across the basket at his front door. Reaching into the basket he found the baby, fast asleep and clutching a piece or parchment. He took the paper from the child's clutches and read the name scrawled across the note. Jack Styx, this was to be the child's name. This, is where our story begins.....

 Ok so there's the first chapter. I don't really know how well I did with it so I'll let you be the judge. Thankyou to anyone who's reading my story and don't forget to comment and follow. If you follow I will follow back and any comments left I will try to answer. Later...

        -XxEyeless-JasperxX