The Journals of Life

Entry 1: The Journals

You may be wondering mortals, how you are reading my thoughts, opinion, and stories. The answer is simple you modern folk call these journals. I call them memory logs. I acquired the journal after throwing a blank one down into the underworld I hit Death's head. I knew because I could hear it from here, and her "silent" swearing at me. I chuckled to myself as I threw a quill pen and ink at her sadly she caught those. It would be funny if the ink had spilled on her. Vengeance for causing the plague of this time period. So hard to keep anyone alive with that disease. So when I found out how to make people resistant to the disease. Needless to say she was frustrated, and came to my office.
"Life, friend" she said angerly "what is the meaning of this? They are apart of my quota their times were near! Now I am behind by 200 souls! What were you thinking?" Her voice sounded like the screams of souls condemned.
"Look Shinra, think about it by curing your plague you will have more souls to reap." I said. "Don't you want that?"I asked.
"Humanity was due for extinction. I had strict orders." She said frustrated.
"Death, I know deep down you don't want to wipe out humanity just yet. After all they are learning quite rapidly to be like how they used to be. You know in the good times?" I asked.
"They will never get back to those times death for these pigs are no longer optional. They use torture on the innocent. They should die." Shinra replied.
"Funny, because I made sure I sentenced the wicked ones, accordingly, besides I too am under strict orders. The wrath of the J man himself is not one I'd like to be on the recieving end of." I replied.
"Besides lately you have been harvesting for no reason. My cameras detected you have not done your contracts but more so senseless death. And under the orders given to me..."
"Life, no don't do it! I know where you are going with this but please don't." Shinra pleaded.
"I will give life back to the souls you have collected unfairly." I said as I made this order those that had disappeared of mysterious causes cam back as if nothing at all has happened.
"What have you done?" She said in frustration.
"I have done my duty to stop you from nonesense killing." I replied.
"I'll pay you back for this. To think I was going to give you a gift!" She said as she threw a journal into my hand and a pen engraved with the words live on. Before I could express my guilt and apologies, she was gone. Instead of making an apology we have clashed and clashed spiting each other as humanity grew and grew. For every death, life came. For every life gained death claimed. This would go on and on for many more years, now. I remember the girl at the bridge...