Through the Eyes of Death

꧁༺ 𝓒𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓼𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓷 ༻꧂

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Vivienne

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I pounded on the door that seemed latched shut, screaming at the top of my lungs pleading for help," Please! Let me out!! Please Azrail!! Don't leave me in here... please," I cried out kicking at the heavy dark oak door that wouldn't budge an inch from its place. The more I pounded on the door praying to God Almighty that it would budge from its place, the more I realized that this door would not open. Tears began to fill my eyes the more my thoughts strayed from hope to worry until finally, it was pure fear. I would not allow myself to sit and cry myself soggy. I had to do my best to pick myself up and carry myself with dignity. I listened to my spirit and searched for a way out. I studied the walls to find a way out looking for a glimmer in it for my way out and in my panic, the lump in my throat grew until I could no longer breathe comfortably and my full breathes turned to half breathes unable to catch my breath. I sank to the floor holding myself wondering if I would ever find a way out. I thought myself into a stupor. I found myself worried about my safety. I pressed my hands together and began to pray. I prayed aloud to the lord hoping, pleading to God Almighty that my cries could be heard in the heavens," God I am but a humble servant, Lord Father God guide me in my steps and show me where I must go."

After my sobs to the Lord Father, I felt his presence comfort me and that told me I had nothing to worry for. I wiped my tears and asked God for the strength to stand tall through him. My weakness faded as though it was being seeped out of me through a waterfall crashing down onto me. I put my thoughts to rest and relaxed myself. I breathed life itself into my lungs filling them with comfort and ease. I wiped away my tears and swallowed the lump in my throat. I felt calm and picked myself up and began to search the large walk-in closet.

I opened drawers looking for a possible key hidden inside a false bottom drawer, but of no avail I could not find a way out. Moving the large dark oak dressers, I found nothing but lilac painted walls. I felt myself giving up staying in this insanity. Awaiting my knight to save me. I slumped down onto the walls after my ravaging search for a key or hidden door and sighed as I began to brood on the things of the past. I threw my head back in my deep thought against the lilac walls and felt something push back and hit my head.

" What? The FUCK," raging in my bursting anger quickly turning my head to see what inanimate object I would beseech my anger unto, but this object was not what I expected.

Wooden hands grew from within the barrier of the wall holding a small hand carved locket box. The oak hands holding the locket box urged me to hold it. I was dumbfounded I was about to completely dismember its oak hands from the wall. I fixed my composure and breathed out a long sigh. I grabbed this small wooden locket box wondering as to why this peculiar item was given to me. The oak hands waved goodbye, and the wall swallowed its hands with it. A shrill laughing pierced into my ears in my groans of pain I did my best to cover my ears guarding them from whatever this being was.

Why me? Why now? What was inside? Who or what was that thing?

I uncovered my ears after this being with shrill laughter left the room in silence. I examined the small locket box shaking the box vigorously to estimate what exactly its contents could be.

The box wasn't heavy but light as though its contents were flower petals. Paper... maybe?
I was flustered as can be. I tried to open the locket box with pure strength but to no avail would it allow me to open it. I sighed frustrated at the fact I was trapped in this room and the strange being who had given me this locket box just to scream in my ear. I thought wondering if it would open on a voice command... or maybe it was only meant to be commanded by a single person who was bound to this box.

Instantly I remembered the tireless and endless work I was tasked to do since the war started. In my years of hiding for the war I was taught to break through bindings such as this. I placed the locket box down onto the dresser in the walk-in closet and took a few steps back. I breathed in a single breath and spoke a single word," Open."

The locket instantly opened. Perfect! This spell is meant to alter my voice to sound as the person bound to the object. The caster who speaks this spell can never hear what the bound objects owner sounds like though. I honestly never cared for that though when lockpicking into bound items.

I peered into this locket box to find only a key with a labeled tag twined to one of its keyholes and an old film photo from times of the ancients. I picked up the photo first. I studied this image to see that it was Azrail and a woman. Azrail looked happy in this photo with his arm wrapped around this woman kissing her cheek. He looked so lively and full of love. This man looked nothing like the Azrail that allowed me into his home. There was no singe of happiness or emotion in him now. As if he was drained of his emotions long ago. This picture proves that he was once a man who loved with a full heart.

I looked to the woman he was kissing whose smile shined brightly like the sun. She loved Azrail with her whole being. Or that is what it appeared to be. Two lovers giving each other the world. Her hair was as golden as the sun. Her complexation was like a soft peach, her eyes could not be seen through her smiling squint. But it really made me wonder... where is this woman now if Azrail is an ancient? Did she die with the terraforming of the world as well as many other ancients? Is she stuck searching the earth endlessly for Azrail... or worse... bound to an eternity of hell unable to take on her mortal form again?

I turn the photo around for a date or a name. The photo has words written on its back "A+D" and a date "5/10/24". Azrail is older than the terraform. This is from before the earth became to what it is now. I swallowed the lump in my throat. This man is older than the ancients.

I place the photo back into the locket box and took a look at the key with its label. The key was a golden key that did not seem to have aged, but its label hanging from a twine was aged like it had lived throughout lifetimes. I carefully held the label trying my best to read its writing.

"Aurelia" was the only thing written on this label.

Aurelia must be the woman in this photo. I usually leave bound items and its contents alone, but I don't know what overtook me, I took the key along with the photo. I wanted to know who this "Aurelia" is and who was she to Azrail. The man was deemed as heartless to the world. I need to know who this man truly is. Who is Azrail?