The Weeping Emerald Death

Chapter 1: May You Rest In Hell

(fun fact: my hands, arms, and face are badly sunburnt cuz I spent all day outside the other day and, shocker, I'm not used to spending more than 15 mins in direct sunlight, so I am writing this while in pain. . . cuz why the fuck not?)

A masked man dressed in a neat white and gold suit made with the finest silk, walked through a destroyed village, watching with a readless expression as his men gathered the bodies of both the cruel and innocent, all slaughtered by the men

The man looked around, waving for a soldier to follow him, "yes, your highness?" the soldier asked, bowing as he walked, the man smiled, placing his gloved hand on the soldier's head, "are there any survivors? Hopefully they aren't disgusting, correct?"

Hesitating, the soldier looked towards the only hut intact, "there's only one. . . They're just a child though. . ." he said, watching as the man smiled and said, "silly, children are the most lovely" while walking towards the hut, unprepared for what he was about to see

In the hut lay a dead man in bed, half naked with a bloody knife in his chest, next to the bed was a child, around 12 years of age with dark skin, emerald eyes and dark green hair, he wore a grey shirt with nothing underneath

With bloody hands, the child hugged their grime covered legs to their chest, the man marveled at the child, finding them most beautiful, he didn't pay any attention to the dead body and instead kneeled in front of the child, making them look up in confusion

With a wide grin, the man reached out and placed his hand on the child's face, not pulling away when they squirmed, "poor creature, forced to be a servant with eyes like those~" the man said, making sure the child couldn't look away as he admired their round emerald eyes

"In my kingdom, anyone as exquisite as you would be treated as royalty~"

Tilting their head, the child asked in a soft voice, hand slowly moving behind their back as they asked, "I could be treated like a royal?" The man smiled and said, "pledge your innocence to me and you could be a real royal"

Suddenly, the child hugged the man, who grimaced at the thought of the child's dirty hands touching him, but that grimace slowly turned into agony as the man felt a sharp pain in his spine

Only seconds before, the child had grabbed a piece of glass from under the bed, and was now digging that glass into the man's spine, which fractured under the pressure and cut the child's hand, "I'm sorry, but I refuse to let people control me any longer. . ." the child whispered as they teared up from the pain

"May you rest in hell. . . Scum. . ."

. . .

The god of death walked through a dying forest, their skin was resembling rigor mortis, blemished with emerald markings, the god's green hair was short and messy with black ends, dried black tears stained their face, giving them a haunting look

As they traveled, the god's tattered light purple dress, covered in grime and blood, sagged on bruised arms and kept getting caught on twigs and branches, tearing it further, the god didn't seem to care, simply walking on bare bloody feet as they held withered flowers and played with the rusted chains around their chest

Old crows with frail wings as black as night flew overhead, following the god of death while they stopped and eyed a bear trap, its rusted iron teeth piercing a dead rabbit's throat, the god kneeled and laid a dead spider-lily down, they had to shoo away a few crows who hoped for a meal

'For species that fear death, humans seem to love killing. . .' The god thought, reaching out for the rabbit's soul, which hesitantly hopped out from behind a fallen tree, "don't worry, I'll take you some place nicer than this, it's what you deserve at least" they said, hugging the rabbit tightly

The rabbit nuzzled into the god's cold touch, closing its eyes as it slowly faded away, the god felt a sadness wash over them, knowing the rabbit's death was avoidable, but they only sighed, and slowly walked away, leaving the rabbit's body behind for the crows and others that wished to feast. . .