The Tale Of Death

First Impressions

The impression we give,

Ode to the impressions we send,

Ode to the Repression of the memories,

And Ode to the one who chooses.

This Ode follows,

And so it chooses our impression,

Good or bad,

Grim or remorseful,

Ending, or beginning.

The decay eating us,

And those around us,

Weather happy or sad,

Choose weather our first impression,

Was Good, Or sad."

The next few days after the Reaping were.... Dark to say the least. The first time apparently was the hardest and Death even seemed to have this issue.

"The first reaping I had done was one that was meant to be simple. But it was a woman I had known for a very long time and she had found her time by the time I had chosen to visit her and it was perfect timing. Her time had came and I had taken up the name you have now. The name of the Call for help."

"I thought you were the first Death?"

"Nope, the thing that humans call time is not really that accurate. The world has existed for over fifty billion years and the race called humans have existed for much longer than any numerical measurement. Aeons would be a better example of their existence. Aeons would be a better measurement of the whole race of the humans who have been living."

At this the thoughts finally rushed in. "What year is it," I asked him. The response came not from him but from Red. "The year is actually five hundred thousand years since you were born."

This would not really be possible. I am not able to really be that old. "That technically is not possible. In no way has five hundred thousand years passed since my birth. The year of my discovery of my ability was-"

"Fifty-two hundred years ago."

"The year I was born was 2002..."

"The year now is 502,002.. Ven, you are possibly going to see the world end by the time your Time has been decided. But even then it would not have been your time. You are special to Time since she has never really done a shadow move with even Death. But you have the ability to tell the difference in nature between you and her now can't you?" Red said, sounding calm as the suit started to look like it was turning to the color of blood. A very slow. Slow process and the crystal I had seen looked like she was dripping down into the suit and with every bit of blood coloring that hit Red a new darkness filled her crystal.

That is when I noticed it. Sort of like seeing a floating dust particle float in front of your eyes it was something in the corner that showed up and when I looked at it directly it seemed that it was having a similar transition as Red. Partially black and mostly red. "Wait, Ven? When did he take up the name Ven," Death asked, not seeing the figure I was staring at apparently. "The same time I took up the name Red thanks to Ven's kindness."

"No fair, I was only called Koatoir in my training why is he so special?"

"Because I apparently show passion with my clients... Though not so sure of this myself but Red seems so positive about it that I believe she will not let me argue."