The Journals of Life

Prologue: Thou art Mortal

"Run!" Michael shouted, "Without you Pluto will wipe us out! "
I knew what he meant, the poor soul. Bound by an amature spell caster trying to bring forth an apocalypse. No doubt, in my mind Lucie was playing games with our people. But, first let me introduce myself, I am Life. Freshly forged from God's breath. I, as my name implies, bring life to the world you call earth. I have many friends and have my own legion of angels under my command. I too am an Angel higher ranking than Michael because of my importance to everyone's existance. My only quarrel in this task of life is death. You see when I was created so were two humans, and they messed up big time. Thus Death also was born. To punish humanity for sin. However, we both have an interesting work history. The dawn of man with the first pagan religion, which was superceded an Era later by a guy named Zeus then a guy named God fired him. God, let me tell you he made my job easy. Make people repopulate, and make them numerous as the stars. I tell you what I loved working for the G man. We didn't have paperwork back then everyone just died. Then his son Jesus came along and took over. God just had to retire, not that I am complaining but now I had paper work. At first it wasn't so bad, record every living being, store their files, take them out when they die, and preside in the judgement of said being with folder in hand and questions for the soul. I speak all sports of languages. In fact I speak all tongues. Yep. Even dog. Though mongrel dogs use far too much slang. I've had plenty of good millenia. However, I am mortal just like the humans, however instead of dying I take a new form. In some cases, I was a girl in a bright dress and long black hair. Sometimes I am a dude that a mortal could mistake for an Apple genius. I don't choose my form but yes I can die. When I do so do a lot of people. Instances such as the plague, the holocaust, the crsuades, the inquisition, and so on. I could die at any time but normally it's every hundred years or whenever mass death occurs. But enough about me, you want to know why I am running. Let's just say some idiot wants the world to end by putting a piece of Hades in a mortal and trying to play game of erase humanity. Only death can end me forever one touch from his scythe and I am dead. They would need to find a replacement. And that fool is swinging a death scythe like ahe knows what he's doing. Except all he's killing is his arms from swinging I so hard. But the
Soul puppet is not my concern, it is the spell caster. He managed to kill a reaper and obtain it's scythe. Normally it is out of my bounds to do this. However, it is a necessary nusance. I call upon the reaper organization help me lay the innocent to rest and the guilty to their torment. I prayed. To my surprise they came on time. They tend to be late especially a certain red haired reaper with a chainsaw scythe. I heard the sigh of relief of the manipulated soul and the scream of the spell caster as his last breath was taken. I look upon the horrid display feeling nauseous.
"You know reaper, you could've done a cleaner job, he didn't have to be all over the place. "I told her.
"Don't you know it's my job to kill...er I mean collect souls. We have very strict quotas to meet. After all death waits for no one. " she replied.
I knew it was her. The first reaper Death. Or namely Shinra. She prefers death though I could hardly fathom why. Shinra sounds like a great name, like someone who wouldn't kill everything it touches. I remember when she was born. Death was a boy back then and my first form was a woman. An Angel of life that beat the most beautiful mortal of the modern age you live in. The Angel that held dominion over dying came to be as soon as that godforsaken tree was picked at and consumed by two humans. Against my admonitions. He claimed all the souls back then due to the sin it caused. Yet I was tasked to populate the earth. Poor things, didn't know what heaven was like. He out of young naivete, decided to touch me. And in doing so I died. He was the one who brought mortality to the being of life itself. It was so strange to collapse and wake up in the same place, except powerless. The replacement of Zeus, God managed to get me back on track and gave me a new body. He then established a policy to ensure our forms will change throughout the ages. As humans gained knowledge and evolved so did we. Ironic, since death would "die" and be death still. While I would go through that chilling process. I got used to it after a few centuries... but I am getting ahead of myself...
"You know how it goes Richard there is no "clean way to harvest those souls, besides it's an art form. After all, the guilty don't deserve a clean death after stealing a piece of Pluto Senpai." She said.
"Oh stop with the imaginary friend Death, sure we're in Ancient Rome, but that doesn't mean make them believe a false God. That's unfair especially with these mortal types. Besides, our assignment on earth is simple mine is to prepare society for God's grand vacation. I heard his son will take over in the meantime. Your job is to kill the impure of heart."
"Jeeze Richard, don't you ever have fun? Hey I tell you what, how about you and I go to the colleseum. Ik you secretly enjoy seeing sinners beat each other up. Makes the paperwork more tolerable.." She suggested.
"I suppose your right, after all it saves us the trouble of searching for harvests, for your "quota". I replied.
She was nicer back then and so was I. Ironic that life and death were once in agreement with each other... and now so opposed to each other we hardly send each other messages.