Hello Oblivion

Two

Alright so "taking a nap" was a bad idea. Next thing I knew, I wasn't breathing anymore and my heart slowed and stopped. Yeah, dead.
I only saw blackness for a moment, but then I opened my eyes. All the pain and aching was gone. I sat up and brushed a strand of my black hair out of my face and looked up and around. So it was night time when I died. The moon was out and full, and the street lamps were on, illuminating the streets. I looked behind me. That horrific scene was still there, minus the body.
Suddenly I was cold. Very cold. Like someone had just threw me into a bathtub of ice cubes. I shivered and put my arms around myself. Just then, a dark, shadowy figure faded into view before me the blob of shadow seemed to suck up all the light and heat from the area. They crouched down to my level. Around their neck they had a string, and attached to it was an emblem, of what looked like a cartoon skull. It was a circle shape with x's for eyes and a half circle on the bottom with three vertical lines, like they were the teeth. I looked up at the male's face. They looked like they were probably older than me, they had pale skin and lifeless eyes that were red in color. Their lips looked dry like they needed to apply a thorough layer of ChapStick, and they had a square, set jaw. Honestly, he looked a bit tired.
Before I could open my mouth and ask, he said,
"I am Oblivion. Also known as Death, to the humans. Your equivalent of the 'grim reaper.'" When I didn't say anything, he continued. "I usually don't take souls to the 'afterlife,' as humans call it. But you are different. You are my last daughter, the youngest. You have two brothers and three sisters. Your brothers are Camilo and Flynn. Your sisters go by the names of Eliot, Scarlett, and Calico. They are all able to transfer between worlds, but you, you're a bit, shall I say, special. I couldn't keep you with me because you'd have to die before being able to enter the kingdom." I gave Oblivion a questioning expression at this.
I opened and closed my mouth a few times, about to speak but then deciding against it. I finally forced myself to say something.
"So, you're the 'grim reaper', and I'm the 'grim reaper''s daughter? That doesn't make sense, and I've never seen you before now." Although even if I did, I wouldn't remember it. I thought. He continued.
"I guess you could say that, but please don't actually refer to me as that, it's a bit ridiculous. And I know, you've never seen me, and I'm sorry about that, but it wasn't my choice and I didn't want to kill you just to meet you, since we can only communicate in this world. Your soul was so unique that it had to shut out anything besides this human world, what's considered 'normal' by human standards, just like the humans. I didn't know that when you were born that you'd be stuck in that world. I'm sorry. I should have found a way to get you to and from the kingdom without death." He sighs. Then it occurs to me that I might be dreaming all this, my brain concocting up an elaborate nightmare to entertain itself? I couldn't be sure. If I asked, I feel he'd say no. Whether it was true or not. So I just decide to keep quiet.
He stands and holds out a hand.
"Are you ready to be taken to the kingdom?" He says. I feel this is rhetorical and I don't have a choice anyway, but I take his hand. It's even colder than his presence. It sends another shiver down my spine and my whole arm goes numb. I feel like my insides are hallow and someone had scraped every bit of my internal organs empty, clean.
I saw another figure out of the corner of my eye. Instead of this one being dark and shadowy like Oblivion, this one was light, and felt strangely calming. I suddenly felt arms go around my waist as I was lifting myself into Oblivion's cold hands. The calming sensation grew as I was pulled away from the man who called himself my father. His expression shifted to a surprised look with a tinge of anger.
Just before I was blinded by a bright white light, I heard Oblivion shout,
"You can't take her from me again!" His words were stained with anger and sadness now. I had no idea what was happening, but I felt kind of guilty.
The next thing I knew, I was alive again. My lungs burned as I pulled in my first breath.

----------

NOTE

IF THE SYMBOL IN THE MEDIA IS ACTUALLY THE EMBLEM FOR SOMETHING ELSE, PLEASE LET ME KNOW. I THOUGHT OF IT ONE DAY AND I AM UNSURE IF IT IS PART OF SOMETHING I'VE SEEN OR NOT. thanks <3

Whoops, sorry, another short chapter! ;^; I just felt like that was a good spot to stop.
Idk the following chapters might end up short as well, I'm hoping not. I struggle lengthening writings without making them boring and/or overly descriptive.

I've gone and read over this like 70 times just to make sure there are no typos and it makes sense and sounds as not-stupid as possible

These notes will soon be shorter whoops

Happy holidays!