The Tale Of Death

Death's New Incarnation

"The word that men would beg for.

The word Incarnation,

A chance of Redemption,

A chance of saviour.

This word might as well be a wish.

An Ode to the Ode,

A Cry for the Ode to save them,

Yet who listens to the poor cry?

Only those who have Incarnates may know,

That those who do not,

Are fully forboden from the land,

Where Incarnates' reside."

"Good boy, now, Drekka-Dun-Sein"

"wha-"

The suit that Death was wearing seemed like suddenly jumped to life. It went from him to me and it started to seem like Light no longer existed. Only darkness. A darkness that could be able to make the world seem like it was nothing more than a dark ball that had no physicality in any sense of the word. The darkness slowly crept away and became little more than just a small weight on my body that I barely noticed any more.

"What the bloody Hell was that," I proclaimed

"That was Drekka, the suit, and weapon, of the man named Death, and it has passed to you since the man who is now no more than the original Death was is now standing before you in his true attire. The Robes and Scythe are now the things he is dressed in. As you can most obviously see."

And that I could, the man who was barely five foot four was now seven foot ten and was holding a blade that was sharp and menacing- almost. "So the stereotypes are true, good to know," I said calmly, looking up at him with a smile. He laughed and looked down at me, his face in a never-ending smile. "I like this one, can we keep him? Like, seriously Time, we have no other options and he has a humor, even in the face of Death. Literally." When he said that he seemed to have a gleam, a gleam of life in his eyes. "Good to see Death still holds life and humor," I said calmly, looking at Time with a smile on my face, something that I had not done (nor felt the want for) in many years. This was the first day that I had felt this want in many, many years since I had exiled myself from humanity for good reasoning.

"So, where do I start?"

"We have a man who is about to die in five minutes, suggest you start learning Shadow Movement. Imagine Drekka swallowing you whole once more and then spitting you out in your hometown because that is where your first hit will be."

"Name?"

"Jenna La Vie"

"Address?"

"Your house which still is somehow in your name, it's even been kept living and clean by the poor woman."

"Wait- what?!"

"She has kept your house clean while you have been gone, saying that you would be coming back on this day. Sad really, she is one of the few Human's who can see the truth of a person based off of the energies they leave behind."

I looked at her as though she herself had lost her mind. And she just smiled and said in a small whisper, "Drekka-Shen-Tsunta" and there went Drekka, once more swallowing me into the darkness that was her form and then once more spitting me out. Do not ask why I called my suit She, it is simply just the vibe I get from it. The place I grew up in was called The City Of Casinos, and for good reason too. You wanted to play any kind of gambling game, you came to Louisiana, and you played to your heart's content, even if it seemed insatiable wherever you were from. When I finally could see I calmly stated to myself something that I had never expected to say of anything. "It feels good to be back. Just wish that lady would qu-"