Death. The action or fact of dying or being killed; the end of the life of a person or organism.
Most people believe death is scary. Ugly even.
But what if it was a beautiful thing?
Death watched as the moon rose up and the bright sun fell. Once the moon was up, She made Her way to the small house on a hill. Inside was a young family.
A man with the most beautiful bright blue eyes She had ever seen, a brown haired girl with green eyes, almost like spring. And in her hands was a child, no older than 3 to 4 months old.
Tears rolled down the mothers cheeks as she looked at the child. The father standing in the back, praying. Praying for someone unknown to Death. Was it what the mortals called God? Was it Death Herself? Death couldn't tell, for She had no power to see inside human minds.
The baby's skin looked stretched, wrinkled, and worn out. Nothing like what a baby's skin should look like. New, soft, and fresh. The baby cried. Every once and a while choking on tears. Death never understood emotion, She never felt it.
She put Her hand on the window, warmed by the fireplace in the back of the room. Deaths flowing black and purple robes blew with the quiet wind.
"Now is the time" Death said to Herself quietly.
She walked through the walls slowly, approaching the small child. Death took mercy on the mother of the child as no mother should ever feel the grief pain and suffering Death accidently gifts to them.
Darkness surrounded them, leaving only the mortals visible. The mother looked up to Death with the look that could burn any heart. It would feel like a thousand daggers piercing a soul. It would feel like a person dying with sorrow. But Death is no human. Death only feels mercy and sympathy.
The mother stared at the Goddess. The stare with a mix of worry and knowledge. The mother knew who Death was, the mother also knew why Death was there.
Tears streamed down the mothers face as she kissed her one and only child for the last time. The mother handed Death the newborn and stood with the look that said "Take care if him"
Death nodded as She placed Her hand on the child's forehead, taking the child's soul and placing it lovingly in Her bag. She gave the newborn back to the mother and the darkness faded.
The mother fell to the floor crying whilst holding the empty baby. Death looked at the warm mother with the newly frozen soul, and the cold baby. For the first time ever She felt a steaming sensation on Her cheeks. Tears. Death quickly ran out of the home with the broken couple, letting Her flowing robes follow Her.
Death ran to a tree to stable Herself. Tears fell into the ground, killing the plants underneath Her. Once stabled, Death returned to the moon with the fresh soul and let it roam.
For the first time in eons, Death felt emotion.
