Emilia stared down at her lifeless corpse and pondered a few things; she pondered why wasn't she in hell? Had she become a ghost? Where is her actual end?
Emilia was pulled out of thought by a presence she felt. The presence seemed older than her and powerful- it wasn't overwhelming;the holder of that presence knew he had power and he wasn't self-entitled or conceited in any way, shape or form.
He was a truly invoking spirit.
"Emilia Delacour?" A thunderous voice filled the transformational darkness that consumed reality.
Emilia looked around.
"Yes?" Emilia responded instantly.
"Who are you?" Emilia asked.
"Death," The voice replied.
Emilia turned to face her end and she could see a more darker black of mass of darkness, and she raised an eyebrow. The darkness transformed into her father's appearance.
"The very thing you respect and trust I become. Then I offer you two choices; a review or an instant judgement by your God." Death explained to Emilia knowing her next question.
"What does both entail?" Emilia questioned.
"A review that shows every significant moment in your life. It shows the bad and the good. And an instant judgement decides where you go from here.
Hell or Heaven, and or Purgatory
until your soul can be redeemed or reincarnated into another vessel." Death explained further.
"The choice is yours, Emilia." Death told her.
"The review," Emilia said quietly.
"So be it." He said nodding his head.
And a darkness consumed them both.
YOU ARE READING
Emilia
مصاص دماءThey say in death a person's life flashes before their eyes. As it is with Emilia Delacour the centuries old vampire. And now Death has given her the glimpses of her life. Her story enfolds into a tale of life, death, love, hatred, and redemption.
