Death's Daughter

Chapter forty one: the death reality

Blake's eyes pierce through me as I stop in front of the child. My eyes look deep into the soulless orbs before me.  I slam the scythe on the ground as I watch the child smirk at me. Not smile. Smirk.

Hermes rushes to my side, trying to pry the scythe out of my hands. Wrong move. A reapers scythe is their world. If you even attempt to take the scythe away from them, you will regret it. Once Hermes skin makes contact with the cold ruby metal, he is instantly repelled and slammed into the wall at the edge of the room. Picture frames shatter as the gods body crushes the wall behind him. Of course, Hermes is a god, he won't be injured.

Such a shame.

Blake rushes to his feet as he watches my gaze on his son. In a flash, the child is enveloped in my brothers hold. I send a glare his way as he shields the child away from me.

"You dare" Blake seethes at me, gripping his obsidian scythe with his free hand.

"Or what Blake? What are gonna do, kill me?" I ask, reminding him of the fact that we're immortal.

"Raven if you truly saw me as your brother, you won't do it" Blake says, almost softly. He gazes into my eyes before setting the child down.

"Raven" Hermes says, getting up from the crumbling wall, looking as if it was threatening to collapse at any moment.

Both of them are warning me.

Blake steps away from his only son and turns his attention towards me.

"It's your choice. I won't interfere. But I will say this, whatever happens to my son, is on your hands. Don't do anything you will regret" Blake says finally, taking yet another step away from the one last piece he had of his beloved. The last remains of Sarah rests in this child, yet he's just letting me kill him without any interference?

I'm not going to let this opportunity pass. As long as Blake leaves me to take care of what needs to be exterminated, life will be much easier. And I'm death for heavens sake!

Grasping my scythe, I swing it in the air. As I do this, Blake takes a longing look at his son. The once black orbs on the child return to two sky blue pupils. For once, the child looks angelic as he takes his final look at his father.

Focus Raven, he can't stay alive. His power is too strong and rare. One day he could release havoc on the earth.

You're doing the right thing Raven. Just swing your scythe down.

My fingers grip onto the scythe as I once again attempt to swing it down.

The child can't live.

The child must die.

I keep telling myself that what I'm doing is right, that the world will be a better place without this child living.

But what about the balance?

Is the child really meant to die?

Will the world be a better place?

The sound of my scythe crashing against the wooden floor pulls me out of my trance.
I look down at the child. His sky blue eyes pierce right through me. His now angelic smile almost makes me want to smile along with him.

Hermes, with a smug smile plastered on his face looks at my brother with respect.

"She couldn't kill the child. You knew she couldn't" he says, watching my brothers gaze turn to me.

"She may be death, but she cares too much about her duty. Eventually thoughts about the balance would reach her. And even if they didn't, she'd realise the mistake she was making and would spare my son. She has a heart of gold under her death facade" Blake says, his gaze not removing from mine.

As much as I hate to say it, he's right. I couldn't kill the child. It's not his fault he was born with those powers. Even if I thought I was doing the right thing, I hadn't been tasked with taking his soul. The balance would have been thrown off, and the fates wouldn't be amused at all. Never mess with the fates. Those are wise words to listen to.

However, Blake did get one thing wrong. I do not have a heart of gold. Just because I developed feelings for some boy doesn't mean my heart is pure. I take away lives, I break families apart. I consume the remains of a soul! Does that really sound like a person with a 'heart of gold?' No it doesn't.

"No such thing dwells inside me. I may have spared your son but once his name appears on my list, I shall not think twice when swinging" I say grimly, picking up my scythe and walking over to Hermes. I turn to face my brother and see him holding Edward in his embrace.

"You remind me so much of your mother" he coos to the child, a look of adoration drifting in his eyes. His star hazed look returns to me once more.

"This isn't the end Blake. Far worse things are to come. You do realise this?" I say quietly, looking down at the dull wooden floor.

"I know very well the events that will come to pass. People will die. Gods will perish. But dear sister, hear my plea. Don't get killed. After all, Eddie needs an aunt to look after him now and again" Blake says, a small smile crawling to his lips.

For once, I smile back at my brother. He cares. No trickery is evident this time. My brother wishes me the best. And most importantly, he doesn't want me to die. As if death could die! Not that I'd allow myself to. I'm not invincible. Once I have the throne to the underworld I will be. The only God to ever be invincible is my father. Death cannot be killed. It's impossible. Gods can with a certain blade. That includes me. I may be strong, but I'm not invincible.

"I appreciate your plea Blake. Do not fret, I have more tricks up my sleeve than you have ever had" and with those words, Hermes and I leave my brother alone with his son.
The son that killed his beloved and trapped her soul with just the touch of a palm. The child may have sinned but at the end of the day, he is apart of the reaper legacy. One day he would have killed. Better sooner than later I suppose.
The boys lucky his father loves him unconditionally, if it was me things wouldn't go as smooth.

Does this mean that I am in love? That I'd protect the person I love for all eternity?

That cannot be possible.

I love no one.