I’ve heard some of you say that I am Life’s enemy. They say that she is good and I am evil, that she is light and I am dark, but that’s a common misconception with you ignorant humans, isn’t it? You have many misconceptions about me. I’ve heard a few of you say that I am the devil, or Lucifer as he used to be called, but I prefer not to associate myself with him. It’s frowned upon in the community of the angels. . Some of you say that I am no being, that I am just a concept that comes and goes. Some perceive me as a rather frightening character, with a scythe and a torn burnt black cloak that covers my face. I wish I could say this was true, but the true form I assume is much less intimidating, at least once you get passed my eyes. The blasted things always seem to frighten you mortals. No, I’m not Life’s enemy. In fact, we’re rather close, but I suppose after six-thousand years, we had to get used to each other.
Some how, we have to keep a balance. I can’t have her ending death for all eternity, and she can’t have me buddying up with Chaos and doing “arts and crafts” projects. The last time she left the two of us alone, well...cancer happened.
“Death, why? Why do you do things like this?” she said. Uh oh. Not again. This was her you screwed up big time voice.
“Refresh my memory. I’ve lost count.” I mentioned with a chuckle.
“Does this do the trick?” she sneared holding up an innocent soul, uncorrupted, but it’d met it’s end early and I hadn’t been kind to it. It shined brightly in her grasp like a small fire that was darkening.
“You have ten seconds to explain to me why I found so many young souls to be ripped from their mortal bodies before their time.”
“It’s a little game.” I said.
“Oh? and what is this game called?” she questioned.
“Catch the soul. It’s quite fun. You sh---”
“And just what do you find amusing about this game?” Her tone was off. These things usually didn’t bother her. Heck, sometimes she’d even get into her own mischief.
“I’m six thousand years old, Life. I get bored once in a while.” I retorted. She threw her hands up in the air in defeat. Something was bothering her. I didn’t have to know her better than any other being to figure that one out.
She turned around. Her face grew dark, like she was about to become the bearer of bad news.
“They’re sending us to the mortal world.”
