Caution, dear reader

Punk Isn't Dead, Punk Is Death

WARNING!!!! This story contains the following:

Mentions of death
Murder
Mentions of fire
Burning
Near death experiences
Dying
Blood
Mentions of blood
Implied suicide (thoughts and actions, attempted)
Gore
Eye gore
Eye mutilation
Betrayal(?)
Ghosts and demons and other spooky creatures
Descriptions of violence
Mentions of scars/ self harm

End of story extra bit
Mentions of drugs
Gambling
Gore
Torture
Overdose mentions
Body mutilation
Kidnapping (implied)

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Some say that death isn't fair, that it takes whatever it wants, whenever it wants. Others say that death is the end of everything, or, the beginning of anything.

I believe that death is justified, it isn't the end of the beginning, but instead a stepping stone to something greater than what already is.

Of course I could be biased, because after all, Death is what I am called.

Lady Death.

I wasn't always Death though. I once was a human.. Well.. as close to a human as I could ever be to a human.

Being the daughter of Hades, I was far from normal. Even amongst the other demigods I was unusual. We were the first children of Hades in thousands of years, the last one being born in ancient Greece.

When I tried to control my powers, I would start with flowers. The first one I managed to not kill was an Aconitum. The first time I saw the flower, I tried to make sure I could kill it.

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"Lady Death, Madane Ace wishes to speak with you.."

I looked up from my book and closed it, setting it face down on the table. "Did she say anything specific?"

The spirit shook his head and held out a black envelope with a red wax seal. "She sent a letter.. I didn't open it but figured that if she sent something here then it must be important."

I felt my heart skip a beat. Why did it beat if I was dead? That, I did not know. I still did not understand everything about reapers or if they were classified as 'dead' or 'alive'.

"Bring it here," I sighed and held out my hand.

The spirit quickly flew over and held it out, placing the black envelope on my hand.

"Was my father allerted?" I opened the envelope, unfolding the pale parchment paper. "Come on Ace.. this is the twenty-first century," I mumbled.

The spirit shook his head again, keeping his eyes low. "I will let him know now.. What about the human?"

I quickly looked up at the spirit. Dropping the paper I stood and lunged at the spirit, grabbing him by the neck. My iron rings burned his skin.

Soon there was a hole big enough in the side of his neck for me to stick my thumb in.

"P-Please!" He begged. "I forgot! I-I forgot.. I forgot..."

"He is just not some human, he is my husband and royalty," I spoke lowly. I hated scaring the dead like that but it crossed the line if one of them insulted my husband.

I let go of the spirit but the damage was done. The entire spirit flickered and vanished, leaving behind the smell of dirt.

"I need to get that under control.." I sighed and went back over to my chair.