A life after that

Let there be light

Tuesday 31st October 2017
Let's shine a little light on the subject shall we?
I'm William. William James Hades the third. You probably know me as death. I go by a lot of names now. There's folklore and myths and god knows what but there's always me. My great great great great great great great grandfather was summoned into existence when Adam and Eve betrayed god Or when pandora opened the box. It's up to you. Either way death has always been there. That's how my story begins. I was born in the year 2000 on the 6th May at midnight. Sometimes people get me confused with Satan. He's my uncle. His kids are my cousins.  He's the baddie not me. Some people try to cheat me or escape me, some succeed, others slip my mind. Some are just lucky that I take a liking to them. 

So, I have the name, the title, the power, but not the approval from my father. To receive that approval I have to have a partner. A mortal partner in which I take from the world and make into my queen. Who wouldn't want that right? Yeah, I don't want that. I just want to fall in love, have a girlfriend, spoil her with diamonds and makeup and the souls of the damned and famous, but life is hard- so is death. 

Anyway, if you're reading this I probably don't know you. You're probably also one of my descendants who's going through some tough mud right now. Anyway, hi future descendant, I hope you get daddy's approval! So now you know who I am. I suppose you didn't really need to know but it helps. 

Anyway who am I and what do I look like? I'm a guy. I have dark hair. I have a dog. I have glasses that I don't wear and I have a decent body that comes  with the whole 'death and immortal until my successor takes over the throne' package. I have blue eyes. That's about it if I'm honest. My name is Will, but I've already said that. I want to tell you what my Home is like. I live in the underworld. My home is a castle surrounded by molten lava, volcanic rock, ruins and probably corpses. My room is huge. I have everything. My parents are usually loving and compassionate, but being eighteen right now, they want me to find 'the one'. We all know it's none of the females in the underworld, that isn't how it works. All of the girls here are slutty and throw themselves at me anyway. I don't want that. I want a companion. I want someone I can talk to. I want someone who wants me for me and not my name or title or status.

 Anyway, there's one main opportunity for me to go into the mortal realm and search for my 'one true love'. That is All Hallows' eve- mostly known as Halloween. On Halloween week I go to every party, get together and celebration possible and I search for her. This year I'm supposed to find her. I have to. So I'm getting ready now. I sitting in my bathroom, smothering myself in liquid latex and makeup. I'm trying to fit in. So that's enough from me, let's get into it. Let me tell you my story. 

I looked at my face in the mirror as the dark fake blood trickled down my face. I closed my eyes. The ambience was nice. Truth be told I was quite misanthropic at times. This was one of those times. My dog came bounding in and planted his paws on top of my lap. "Hunter, did Logan feed you?" I asked the white husky. He barked back in response. "You coming with me?" He licked my knee. I took that as a yes. I sat back in my chair with my huge dog draped over my lap. Shadow travel was easy when it was just me, but transporting Hunter as well drained me. I opened my eyes and I was standing outside of a grand house. I knocked on the door of one of the rich kids houses and it swung open. A plastic cup was shoved into my hand and I was vigorously barged from side to side in the full up hallway. I pushed back my hair, forgetting that I had blood all over my hands. My now blood matted hair flopped over my eyes a little as I pushed my way through the crush of people. I leaned back on a sofa and Hunter lay protectively over my feet. Two girls came up and sat beside me. One was dressed as some sort of hooker rabbit the other was a dead Cleopatra. She didn't actually look like Cleopatra, I of all people would know that. I looked at them and winked. Judging from the dead most boys were players these days. The girls attempted to drag me up to dance but I refused and lay like Dionysus and his nymphs. That's when she came over. She was an ice princess. Blood from her hypothermia trickled down her face, her full lips were crimson and cracked. Her naturally ice blue eyes reflected the disco lights and her face represented pure boredom. It was uncanny to see such an expression on someone's face even if it was somehow beautiful even when covered in blood. She cringed when she saw me and slumped down next to me. She swirled her bottle of Diet Coke and ruffled Hunters fur. He licked her. "What's his name?" She asked.