My Black Heart | AgathaRio

Lady Death

Agatha looks down at her mother, her coven, lying dead before her. Their skin was dark and shriveled; for Agatha had absorbed their life force. But she hadn't meant to. She couldn't yet control many of her powers, that was why her mother was having her executed. But she had killed them when they had blasted her. Absorbed the power they had attempted to use on her. Agatha feels a tinge of guilt, but part of her had liked the feeling of power coursing through her. And she hated her mother, and her coven.
So really, what was there to regret?

Agatha turns to walk away, but feels a force behind her. She looks behind her to see a hooded figure with a skull for a face, picking up the souls of her coven and directing them into what looked to be a portal.

"Who are you?" Agatha asked, shocked.

The figure turned toward her, taking off their hood. "Death." The figure took out a curved knife, tilting their head. But Agatha wasn't afraid.

Death is beautiful, Agatha thought. But before she could say anything more to the figure, they disappeared, leaving Agatha alone with the soul-less bodies of those she had killed.

For the next few weeks, Agatha killed more and more in hopes to see the figure again. But they never showed themselves.

"Why are you hiding from me?" Agatha asked, standing above a man she had seen abusing his child. She only killed the bad ones. The ones who deserved it. She wasn't evil after all.

Death always seemed to wait until Agatha was gone until she collected the souls of those she killed. But Agatha kept killing, hoping she would see just a glimpse of the figure, if only once more. She would continue for centuries if she had to.

Suddenly, Agatha feels something ram into her, forcing her to the ground. Pain surges through her as a knife cuts into her chest.

"Surprise!" Agatha looked up at her attacker, seeing none other than Death itself.

"You..." Agatha breathed, not even caring that the figure on top of her was cutting into her flesh. "You came."

The figure tilted its head, digging their knife deeper into Agatha's skin. But she barely felt it. "You aren't afraid."

"I've been trying to get your attention."

"Why?" The figure said, finally taking the knife away.

"I... don't know. Something..." Agatha couldn't find the words to explain what she was feeling, the connection she felt towards Death. "Is it my time to die?" Agatha asked, feeling the wound on her chest.

Maybe that explained what she felt. And why else would the figure be here now, cutting into her?

But Death only laughed like that was the funniest thing they've ever heard. "No. I just wanted to say hello." Death stands up, and after a flash of green, Agatha's wound disappears.

Agatha stands up, dusting herself off. "This is how you normally greet people?"

"No." Death shook their head. "Only you so far."

"I feel so special," Agatha says sarcastically, still feeling a tingling where Death had cut her.

"You should," Death said. Suddenly, the figure frowned. "You have something behind your ear. Right..." Death reaches out, and instead of backing away, Agatha lets the figure do it, staring into their empty sockets. "There." Death brings their bony hand back, revealing a flower.

Agatha lets a small smile spread onto her face. "How did you-"

"Magic." Death hands Agatha the flower, who twirls it in her fingers.