Down in the underworld during the dark ages, mortals lived in a world of magic. Kingdoms arose from both underground or up on the surface, rising to their peaks. Gods eventually rose up from the darkness of the mortal realm, revealing themselves and their power. War, hate, betrayal, and sorrow fill today's life in many kingdoms, benefiting other's trust in people or believing in who -they person they trust- is telling the truth.
A large dark castle stood atop of a large flat surfaced plateau of rock, magma spitting and bubbling down underneath the castle. An unstable bridge of stone reached towards the main entrance to the castle's gate. Dark clouds circled in the sky, covering the light source in the underworld, the blood moon that shows year round. The noise of moaning and screaming souls echoes throughout the land, their voices reaching into the sky.
Welcome to Hell.
Hearing the ones that scream, reader, their punishment was well deserved from the deeds they committed in their lifetime. The smell of burning flesh and dead bodies filled everyone's nostrils as it spread everywhere like a fog.
Through all these horrible things, the ones who lived in the massive castle, Lord Valdus Deathshade and his wife Kayla Deathtail -whom were really Serqet, goddess of poisons and Thanatos, the god of death-Had conceived a child. For what they initially thought was just one, turned into twins. When March turned it's way through the year, a little boy and girl were born into the underworld; the pits of hell they call home. The rain poured on the windows as the two were wrapped in a blanket. Passing the son to his wife, Death held his daughter and rocked her in his arms.
"What should we call her?" Valdus asked, turning his head to his wife.
"Let's call her Emma." She smiled.
"Emma?" Valdus questioned, "Have anything else in mind?
Kayla got up, still holding her baby boy and glared at her husband. She passed him to Valdus and took Emma out of his arms.
"How about this, Death: You name the boy, and I'll name the girl." She spat.
"I'll name him Christopher." He sighed, looking down at his son.
"Look who's picking basic names for our children now!" Kayla snickered.
Years later, the twins turned 6 years old. Emma was looking out her window, staring at the souls suffering in the underworld. Christopher ran up the spiraling tower stairs and pushed Emma's door wide open, the door slamming against the stone wall. He stopped in his tracks, seeing his sister unhappy as she looked outside. Emma sighed, turning around finding her brother staring at her, surprised.
"What's wrong, sister?" Christopher asked.
She turned her head back out the window.
"I just-I don't feel happy to see people like this..." She muttered.
Christopher's eyes widened. Walking out of Emma's room, he turned and ran down what seemed like miles of stairs to his parent's room, kicking the door wide open. Valdus and Kayla shot up, waking from their slumber to the loud door. Christopher was panting as his father gave him the dirtiest look to man.
"Their something wrong with Emma! He spat.
Valdus looked past his son, getting up and casting his heavy quilt covers off of him and to the side. He walked his way through the hallway and climbed the stairs, walking past portraits of his family members. He made his way to his daughter's door, and gently grabbed the curved steel handle of the oak door.
"Emma?" He called out, "You in there?"
There was nothing but silence.
Valdus opened his hand as his scythe formed, landing into his palm. He swung at the door, the blade cutting through the wood. As a result, the sliced piece hit the ground with a loud thud, shaking the walls slightly. It was a clean cut, as if he cut warm butter. Emma was shaking. She turned her head around and met her father's gaze. He waved his hand over the scythe, causing it to disappear as quickly as it appeared, the form of it dissolving into a thin black mist.
"Emma, why didn't you answer me?" Valdus asked, irritated.
Emma looked him in the eyes, then dropped her gaze to the floorboards.
"Why..." She muttered.
"What? I can't hear you. What did you say?" He said, walking towards the girl. He kneeled down, sliding her hair away from her face.
"Emma, are you okay?" Valdus asked deeply concerned.
Emma's body started to shake. She started to lose her feet out from under her, wandering as if they had a mind of their own. Valdus put his hands on her shoulder as he shook her to try and make her focus.
"Emma!" He yelled.
Her vision started to fade, seeing her room blurred out and super sharp. She collapsed into her father's arms, and everything went black.
Emma's eyes shot wide open, finding herself in her parent's bed. Kayla sighed in relief. Christopher and Valdus stood by the other side of the bed while her father stroked her brother's hair. Chris swatted his dad's hand away as he walked around the large bed and knelt down next to Emma.
"Sis, how're you feeling?" Chris said, placing his hand on her head.
"I'm-" Emma stopped speaking, her body froze.
Chris shook one of her shoulders, only to be startled by her starting to gag. Her face turned pale, and she tried to cover her mouth with her hands. She rapidly started coughing as blood splattered out of her mouth. Blood trailed down her lip as she muttered words incomprehensibly. Christopher locked eyes with her, looking at the fluid that came out of his sister's mouth; It wasn't a healthy deep red color, but a pure light green. Valdus noticed too. Kayla grabed a rag off of the near nightstand and whiped her daughter's face. She looked down at the green stain of her daughter's blood. Death looked her in the eye and shuttered.
"She has no bad intentions-" Valdus muttered in disbelief.
Kayla turned to her daughter as Emma's breathing quickened. Kayla waved her hand as an aura manifested itself around her arm. Green dust shimmered in the light as it came down on Emma's face like a blanket. The spell sent her daughter into a deep sleep.
"A Sleeping spell?" Valdus questioning, raising an eyebrow.
"She...-I'll...-Death...- She's not the same. She's the opposite." Kayla stammered.
Valdus looked like he was hit by a wave. Looking over at his son Christopher and back to Emma. He slapped his palm over his face shaking his head.
"It's because we had twins." He said.
"How does that have anything to do with this, Valdus?" She yelled.
"We had Christopher and Emma together. It caused only one of them to inherit bad intentions, but some of the emotions we felt when we met could be passed through. Her brain chemistry is different. It's simple math, a negative and a negative only make a positive. But with Chris, he has twice of the negativity."
"It could be true Valdus, but, she's getting sick and having rapid behavior changes towards us. What do we do?" She begged, looking at Emma with tears in her eyes.
"I don't know. For the first time in a long time, I don't know." Valdus said, his head hanging.
Christopher was shaking as he ran to his mother, giving her a big hug. He started to cry in her arms as his father turned and looked out the castle's window.
