Some Things Are Best Forgotten

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As Death entered Hell his madness was breaching its peak. He was on the verge of his own name. Its true meaning that would finally catch up with him. He said it himself many years ago to God and others he has spoken to that think they are indestructible. Everyone dies. Even ones that have lived for a very long time. It always catches up to them. He died once but was revived by his sibling War. Death's demon part of his soul decided to tell him how to revive him and helped. He hated that he did, but he supposed it was for good reasoning. As he looked around his kingdom of silence, his eyes were changing colors rapidly. As each color of his eyes changed it showed a part of his soul taking control to see. Their emotions would consume him showing him many different options and opinions on what he should do. As his eyes stopped changing colors and stayed gold with the roman numeral clocks on them spinning slowly, he looked around. He lifted his hands and stared at his boney fingers. They stayed as a skeleton, with that light grey complexion they always have. Cracks over the years of fighting and living had almost consumed his arms and hands. As he concentrated, they healed, but many cracks still stayed. He lifted his left hand to grab his skull as he heard only one voice in his head telling him to let him free. The voice wanted out. Wanted to have fun. Wanted to change reality and everything to his own Wonderland. Death was dying slowly, feeling that one part of his soul clawing out. This part of the soul was Mad Hatter. There are many versions of the Mad Hatter as there are of Death or God. But in all, Death would prefer to call them different personalities. As he walked by his throne, he snapped his fingers. The chair started to slide to the left, and under his throne lead a staircase into the pillar that his throne was sitting upon into a dark labyrinth. "I always loved Greek mythology. Dadaelis you have made an inspiration of me." As he walked down the staircase, he felt the walls shift and turn, leading into his lab. As he reached the floor of his lab he snapped his fingers once again to close the door on the top of the staircase, keeping him isolated inside his lab. "Well, don't I just feel like I'm back in that damned cage of mine." He looked around his lab as he saw body parts, different bones, organs, jars of eyes, beakers, knives, needles, rings, necklaces, charms, magic books, staffs, weapons, clothing for a child. Death's long dream was to bring back his family. Keep it as one. But, he knew their greed. No, not their greed. Their pride and honor would get in the way of that. Of course he knew they loved each other, but they did worry about themselves until something urgent came up that mattered only to them. In the middle of the lab was a table large enough to fit a body. Death sat on the table and rolled up his sleeves. He sighed as he took off his hood that he always had on. His skin was pale from the centuries he has been alive. The veins in his skin were slowly becoming visible. His eyes beautiful for his face complexion as his hair was a dark green. He reached over and grabbed a spell book and started to read. This spell book was created by a mix of people that worked together to show God was not all that powerful. That they could show they could also do it. That they were also capable to create life and give it a soul pure of anything they desired. God forbade the book to be in this realm, or anywhere at all, but Death ignored his opposite and enjoyed reading it. As he opened the first page, he read out loud of the names who created this book. "'As the book of magic was created to prove not only the creator himself could only create. We forged together to make this marvelous book. Hecate, Lilith, Samael, The Scripture, Oracle, Circes, Archangel Michael, Abbadon, and Dante.' Huh. I forgot Dante helped create this book. Maybe it was because he wanted his wife back? Eh, who cares." As Death flipped through the pages, he felt his familiars, leviathans, slither around him. He patted one of them on the head, feeling its dragon-like scales. As Death was toward the middle of the book he saw a page that he knew was meant for him. Hecate once fell in love with his greek form Thanatos. She knew he would die in another form since he did not only belong in greek terms. So she created a spell for everlasting life by almost copying the great builder Dadaelis. He chuckled as he put the book down leaving that page open. As Death walked around his lab he grabbed body parts, talismans, charms, needles, stones, skin, and more. He soon put the items on the table and lifted his hand over the parts. He muttered some words as the part were forming together making something. Soon it formed a child's body.A boy. No bones. Just having the skin, organs and etc.. Soon Death ripped out one of his own bone, the bones would allow the boy to summon any weapon in existence if only able to have an image and compatibility to imagine it's abilities and form, and placed it inside the boy's body. Soon those bones regenerated filling up the empty spots inside the body. Soon the boy was complete. As Death looked at his chest he saw the same stone implanted in his chest. The same one Death had.He sighed and looked at the book wondering if he should. He was so close but should he? He sighed and said screw it. He lifted both hands over the body as a scythe hovered above the body also. He said the spells that were written inside the book and the souls of the Nephilim leaked out of Death's chest and entering the stone of the boy. As soon as the millions of souls of the Nephilim entered the boy's body it started to twitch. His heart beated slowly. His veins filled with black blood. His skin changing into multiple colors. As Death saw the boy come to life he looked at the stone once more and his face emotion turned from worry in to fear. Instead of the stone being a pale green it was a dark purple. He knew what had happened. "What went wrong?" He asked. But he knew. The Mad Hatter part of his soul had leaked out with the Nephilim being hidden and entered the boy. As quickly as Death could he muttered another spell making the Nephilim souls chain the Mad Hatter deep inside the boy. He knew it wouldn't hold but he had no choice. The stone turned into a light purple. A sigh of relief fled Death's lips as dark purple hair filled the top of the boy's head. His eyes milky white with a hint of red dots. His skin forming tattoos to control his powers and to excel past his limits. As he looked on the other side of his chest he saw the hat of the Mad Hatter carved into his chest. Death thought he would gain the ability of the Mad Hatter and prayed for once in his life for the boy to change when the end day is here. The black veins fled the boyds skin. The red ink on his veins spread around the boy's body making clothing. His bottoms were dark black jeans. His torso had a hoodie made of dragon scales. Light as a feather but stronger than Obsidian stone. Flexible like cloth for easy movement. He saw the boy's arms changing into weapons. His teeth sharp like a leviathan. His dark purple hair turned into a fohawk. Soon the boy came to life and sat up screaming. Death hurried and hugged him tightly telling him it would be alright. The boy said in fear "I see death. Blood. Gore. I see everything. YOU KILLED THEM!" Death sighed and told him he knew. He gave him a part of his memory to show the boy why. The boy nodded and had a wise mouth like his creator. "So old man. You like my father? Am I gonna be like Frankenstein and be scared of fire." Death was astonished he knew about Frankenstein. He knew it was the Mad Hatter giving him memories of Death and everything that has happened in history. Death chuckled as he patted his head. "I guess I am your father. And I will name you Azrial." Death laughed as the boy looked confused and asked why. "I laugh because..I have given you the name of an angel when I know you are no angel my hybrid son. A Nephilim. Half angel and half demon. This will be interesting. You will be a Reaper. The second Nephilim Reaper." The boy looked confused as Death kept laughing. This is the story of how Azrial came upon this damned world.