Chapter 1.
Hi, my name is Masin Florence. I’m seventeen and I’m a junior in high school. My life was the usual: same day after day life style, same dorky friends, same boring teachers, same everything pretty much. I wished for a change in my life, but never did I know I’d regret that so much.
It all started on a Thursday morning. I was walking into school when I heard about new students that would be coming to our school today, a twin brother and sister. I saw them walking in the halls and the grand entrance like everyone else except that it seemed like they were looking for someone. I started to walk towards them. Then I noticed the sister Meyella was looking at me, not anyone else, and she was tugging at her brother Sebastian. When he looked my way, they both nodded and then time froze. I heard a very monotone male and female voice say:
“Masin Florence, in the name of the Mdalachai family, you must die, your reason…. Your very existence.” Then a bolt of light shot me right through my chest. A pain, worse than any I’ve felt before, hit my whole body simultaneously. I collapsed from the pain and looked at the gaping hole in my chest. I raised my hand and saw the crimson ichor on my hand. My body started to feel cold from the darkness. While in the darkness I was thinking how my existence is a crime punishable by death, why those two were looking to kill me, and how I wished I could come back to see my friends, family, and my huskie, Oliver.
Much time passed while I was in the darkness, but when I came to I was in a dimly lit room. I was in an obsidian cage of sorts. The bars had an eerie glow to them, and I could feel despair coming off them. When I looked around, it looked like I was in the center of a room that had a bunch of candles on the walls and tables, and skulls as candle holders. I looked at my chest which I was sure to be something from the hole in my chest, but all I saw were strange black robes that almost seemed to be made of pure darkness. Across from the cage was a door. A person in dark robes much like mine except that they were flowing as if made of liquid and also had veins of gold going through them stood there. The figure saw me and started to walk towards me with a large scythe that must have weighed at least 75 ponds. The figure was just twirling it like it was nothing.
“Morning there, human. Sleep well?” asked the figure with a female voice. What I found really creepy was the fact that the person had a skull instead of an actual face, and the skull’s mouth moved when “she” spoke.
“You look pretty lively. I’m Lady Death and this is hell, but most people call me Seethia. Before you ask, Lord Death is only my father; I’m still too young to rule hell on my own. Nice to meet you!” she said cheerfully. Then she started to pull her hood down, and in doing so turned her skeletal face into a drop dead gorgeous girl, with hair as black as obsidian, and eyes redder than crimson ichor.
“Sorry to be rude but what am I doing here?” I asked, hoping that she would give me a solid reason. She bit her bottom lip, and studied me up and down as if debating how well I’d taste.
“Well, you see, when people die they are brought here if they were horrible in life, and had many crimes. But when I checked in your file, it said that you had no crimes so I came to talk to you and see why you are here.” She said bluntly. She walked over to a table that was in the corner of the room. There was goblet that looked to be made entirely of bone. When Seethia got to the table she picked up the goblet and continued to take a drink from it.
“May I have something to drink?” I asked, hoping that she’s as kind as she looks. She looked over and tilted her head as if to think about it then handed me her goblet, which was half full of water. I looked at her confusingly and asked:
“Why did you give me your goblet?” She was silent for a moment biting her bottom lip the whole time thinking of something to say I suppose and just said.
