Unlucky (Yandere Oneshots x Reader)

Young Gods (IV)

Part Four (Final)

Post Vitam & Mors

The Underworld was composed of three bodies: Caelum, Gehenna, and Purgatorium. Caelum was a perfect paradise that many mortals would go to rest their weary souls. Purgatorium was a place inhabited by unrest souls, a place where they must clear themselves of their wrongdoings before being given the chance to enter Caelum. Gehenna was worse than Purgatorium. It was a place for the wicked and evil, a place where souls are punished after death for their injustices and prejudices.

One confusion that was brought upon the Afterlife was its abrupt birth. Unaware to the rest of the universe, including Life, Afterlife existed long before Death was even born. He kept away from the mortal realm, never once bothering to interact with humans or the other gods. He was the god of judgment, deciding which soul would rest where every single day.

Upon his throne, he saw a (h/c)-haired woman with smooth (s/c) skin and (e/c) eyes. She trailed into his throne room. Death was beautiful, that was no doubt. She carried a soul, a bright flowing orb in her arms, with a blank stare. She was devoid of all emotions, the same as he was.

The King of the Underworld was a man with long white hair. It fell down his back, teasing his brown skin with its soft tresses. A chiton of silk bound his broad form along with the jewels around his neck, wrist, and bicep.

Vidal hadn't never seen another being other than himself. So after two decades of his existence, he finally met another divine.

The creation of Death was the day of his first judgment. Strangely enough it wasn't a human life she had took, it was a deer. Thus, he simply let it roam in the meadows of Caelum.

From then on, Death and Afterlife continued their routine -- reap a tired soul and deliver it to its rightful resting place.

That was until (Y/N) reappeared, not just with souls, but a live mortal.

Hanging across Death's body was a knitted shawl made from fine cloth.

Vidal raised a brow, overhearing the sound of a gurgle. As the goddess released the souls to Vidal, the god glanced towards her chest. Within in her shawl was an infant child.

"A human?" He asked, his monotone voice holding a slightly intrigued tone.

"I found her," the woman replied.

"Does she have a name?"

"No," (Y/N) answered, "Was I supposed to name her?"

"Typically mortal creatures, specifically humans receive individual names," Vidal explained.

"Do you have any in mind?" Death asked.

Vidal hummed for a moment, pondering silently before answering, "Nyssa."

"Why Nyssa?" (Y/N) raised a brow.

"Mortals told of a story about a female warrior who slaughtered a wild minotaur," Afterlife elaborated, "If this child survived long with you, then she'll be the next child to slaughter a beast."

(Y/N) ignores his remark. She glanced towards the child, finding the infant staring back at her with large eyes. She turned back to Vidal, "Do you want to hold her?"

Vidal recoiled slightly. He wasn't given any time to answer as (Y/N) suddenly handed him the child. His eyes widen as his body remained stiff. How was he supposed to handle a mere babe? Yet it seemed to not matter to the baby. Finding a comforting warmth within his body, the infant nuzzled herself into Vidal's broad chest. The sight of the child's eyes fluttering close, falling into a deep slumber, brought a sense of peace to Vidal's heart.