Soul Harvest

The heavens were covered with heavy clouds and the soil was stained with blood and guts. The air with the smell of iron and rot was reeking as cold fog between the grass blades was creeping. The aftermath of foolish war brings fear to the human core. Once noble knights radiating strength into the arms of certain death to the battlefield they went. Now the cause of the catastrophe matters no more as no soldier will return from this bloody war. The fields that bear the weight of bodies look with their heads like fields of pumpkins. But these heads would never become Cinderella's carriage, because the faith of the men will be forgotten after their ravage. Now no one cares for which side the death battled. Their remains will be lying here, scattered. And now, the slaughter is at its end, no more lives will fade, and the loved ones of soldiers will bear the weight of the burden of this crusade. This field of bodies will be remembered for decades and symbolizes greedy kings who crossed their ways. The silent wind suddenly interrupts a few light steps. A single human came to pay their respects. His face was covered by the shroud dark as night and on his shoulder, he held a scythe, quite a sight. One would know the power this figure possessed if there was any living left. But not a single man had in them their last breath. So who was the mystery figure? Everyone knows him. It was death. His presence is cold with the smell of rot, yet he can calm the raging blood that is boiling hot. The souls of warriors who have the honor to protect and the circumstance of their decease they cannot accept. After all, who would want to die in the mud while leaving behind the people he loved? But the time of these brave soldiers has come to an end and their bodies will turn into soil and sand. And what about their souls? Curious mind can wonder. Death will take the soul to the hidden place so no one can find her. But at first, the attached soul needs to leave the body behind. This is when the God of death will always arrive. With his scythe, he can cut and sever the binds, ripping you apart. It has to be done, so the souls into the afterlife can depart. With a single move the soul harvest is done, and the decaying of the bodies will continue, it cannot be undone. And so he does, he harvests and collects the souls from the army of dead and he will take them, not to the afterlife, but to the judge instead. The judge, the omniscient scales will wight their hearts, and their sins against the feather, and the process starts. No one is perfect, and no one is without any sin, but you have to be honest and accept any flaws you have within. God will let you step into warmth and brightness if you live with hard work and kindness. This path will take you to a better place where your ancestors and deceased loved ones want you in their embrace. Only the ones that have hearts lighter than a feather can enjoy their eternal afterlife forever. But not everyone can admit their flaw and their pride will be the cause of their downfalls. Their bad deeds fulfilled mortal selfish goals and doomed them from the afterlife for their souls. On the scales, their hearts will sink low and they are left on the earth to forever roam. They will be less than a ghost, just a shadow with the human shape. And their only goal during this purgatory is to escape. But the God of death will never let them step over to the light, unless for everything they did wrong, now they will do 10 deeds right. Only after that, they will prove their change of heart and the soul will get a brand new start. They will be reborn back into the world and show fate with the way of their life and what they learned. After their death, the God of death will return and will harvest their souls once more. If they mend their ways, the feather will lower the scales and their soul can enter the afterlife trails. If not, the circle begins again and they will wander the earth until they learn their lesson and in the end, will descend. The God of death rules over the afterlife lands, harvesting the good souls of humans with his own hands. The souls in his kingdom will live in prosperity and bliss. And everyone unworthy will be lost in the abyss.