Death. He's inevitable. Yet, we live as if we can dodge him. As if, maybe, we could cheat Death himself out of his sweet prize. Often, we do not give thought to the fact that we are freely giving Death a piece of our life every single moment. We give it freely as breathing. He grows larger and stronger. More ravenous than ever before as years breeze by.
Many of my people speculate who or what Death may be. There are rumors that he looks just like a human, others say he looks like a large skeletal horse with a twenty-foot leathery wingspan. To me, that doesn't matter, the only thing that matters is staying in good company with him. Offering gifts and doing tasks that he asks of my people.
Though we have never seen Death, my kind has been at his right hand for eons. We are the only kind that exists to be spared by Death. There are about three hundred and seventy-seven of us. We have lived since the dawn of time. We are the only kind that Death has spared for this long. We do not know why we were chosen, but we accept it gratefully and without objection.
We are like the tale of Valkyries, we are warriors, and we go into war with grins on our faces, only because we are dear companions with Death himself. We flourish in death. We are conquerors and trailblazers. We are in many of the human history books. We have established empires and kingdoms. We are not kings or queens. We often worked behind the scenes as profits, we gave advice and led humans into greatness. This way we could go on undiscovered by man and stand alongside Death and without repercussion.
We are Zenamorté.
Lately, there has been speculation of the division of the Zenamorté. Some of us have split off and are sharing magic and spells with humans to end Death, once and for all. Death has not taken these matters lightly. For the first time in history, Zenamorté is as mortal as every other species of being. For once we are weak and are experiencing limitations and I- as well as half of the Zenamorté that are with Death- am determined to end the rebel tribe and reunite with our master.
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Standing With Death
Fantasy(This is an experimental story if I have just one fan I will upload more!) Death. He's inevitable. Yet, we live as if we can dodge him. As if, maybe, we could cheat Death himself out of his sweet prize. Often, we do not give thought to the fact tha...