Death's Daughter (Completed)

Death Daughter

Prolog

"Am I a good brother?" Darkness asked as he and Death walked through the barren world.

"You always are." Death responded half thinking about the question. Darkness stopped and put his hand on Death's chest.

"Answer truthfully." Darkness responded anger flaring up in his mind. Tattoos of condemned souls screaming over his arms.

"Brother, I have answered truthfully you are a good brother, more than good." Death snarled slapping Darkness's hand away.

"Then tell me. You control the balance of life and death. The people respect you, offer sacrifices to you, even praise you. But whenever they mention my name, they speak with fear. They create light to chase me away. Tell stories and sing songs to make me less of the master I should be."

"I'm sorry, master? Darkness, we give people life we do not rule over them." Death said. Darkness smiled wickedly licking his fangs. He rolled his head back and flicked his soulless black eyes up to the night sky.

"We walk the earth, no more than a myth and fear, and yet people are scared of us. Then when I mention keeping the people in their place, you rush to their aid as if it was a helpless lamb about to be attacked by a lion. Tell me brother. If I am such a good brother, why do you lie to me?" Darkness asked his voice sending black shards of ice tinkling softly in the air as they fell to the ground at their feet freezing the ground in black slush.

"When have I lied to you?" Death questioned keeping his clam stoic pace as they continued down the path.

"You know." Darkness nagged. For a small while the tension hung in the air forming a wall between them. Death did indeed know what lie he had been keeping. But was it a lie or a secret? Where secrets lie, and vice versa? How was he supposed to tell the being closest to him what secret he held? Death exhaled and the flowers hiding in the night wilted and died away.

"So, what is his name?" Darkness asked knowing he had defeated his brother.

"What should I call him?" Darkness prodded.

"Call him? You will call him nothing. It's difficult enough admitting it to you, however, you will never see him." Death shouted purple fire licking at his fingertips and the edge of his cloak.

Darkness through his head back as a demonic laugh broke through the silent land.

"He is your son Death. When I thought you would never re-produce, you have a sweet boy. Tell me, brother, what should I call him?" Darkness bellowed.

"NOTHING!" Death responded his voice thundering over the land. The two brothers stood facing each other unrelenting.

"I will find the boy. This whole world cannot hide the offspring of my kin. If he truly has your blood running through his veins, sooner or later, I will find him because I will be able to catch onto his sent." Darkness whispered. Death glared at Darkness.

"How about, dear brother, we make a deal. You tell me his name, and I will promise until the end of time I will never lay a hand on him." Darkness sneered. The tattoos on his arms leapt up in a pained choir screaming for a never coming end. Death's eyes hardened as he set his jaw breath like black smoke billowing from his nose.

"You never keep your promises." Death challenged. Darkness met his brothers stare unwilling to show his fear stirring deep beneath his pale, twisted skin.

"His name." Darkness pleaded, satanic glee dancing on his tongue. Death didn't blink or turn his gaze away. He was the more powerful element and knew he could overpower his little meek brother only by uttering one phrase. A new feeling crept into the corner of his mind. A realization he had never thought of before. A small cry wafted over the land. A child young, only hours old, had called for his mother. Death's gaze faltered for only a moment. He had a son. A child of his own, who was himself only a few days old. Darkness would indeed find the child, and if he did what horrors would he bring upon him?