Personification of Death: War of Hearts [1]

𝐈𝐕: The Merciless And The Cruel

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The fire crackled softly in the unlit bedroom, the head of the fire broke off to disappear into the air. The dark red flames illuminated the room with a near soft glow all across the shadows of the room. Leaving no space without light. No secrets could be hidden in the dark.

A olive-toned woman with a sat in front of the fireplace. Her hair as dark as the night with strands of pale Lavender Purple and Forest Green tied back into a messy ponytail. If you looked close enough you could see, the black tribal markings peaking through her Red buttoned down dress shirt.

The woman sat in a rocking chair with dark gray eyes as sharp as shards of broken glass and bottomless as the red sea. In her arms, she protectively held a small blonde haired baby boy who suckled against her breast hungrily. She hummed absentmindedly, her hand caressing her baby's hair while her gaze beamed to will the fire to grow to her satisfaction. She was just far enough away from the fireplace to be comfortable for her child.

The woman stared into the fire, her mind drifting off to a place far from the dark kingdom she resided in. She recalled her days on the battleground. The blood and stench of rotting flesh that hung in the air and stained the sky a crimson mist.

She remembered mercilessly slicing and tearing her way through armies of creatures and gods alike that wanted to harm her children out of pure hatred for Death. They sought to make her children pay the price that was not theirs to pay and did not succeed to tell the tale.

Oh, how it satisfied her to feel their pathetic body the life force leave their body hollow and empty. Her brutal strength crushed their bones and their organs like they were fruit for the picking. It left them to choke on their blood and nearly succumbing to their death as if she would ever grant them such a peaceful mercy. Their pitiful pleads to spare them but she did not even bat an eye toward their mindless words. None of what they uttered mattered when they became threats to her kin.

She inhaled a sharp breath and shifted in the cushioned seat of the wooden chair. The dense air filling the lungs of her humanoid form with ease. Her hearts pounding in her chest from the adrenaline in her veins, she could not afford to stop. She would not be stopped by enough of them. The lines had blurred when the bloodlust had taken over and all she desired was blood retribution.

"Thanatos." A pleasantly soothing deep voice rumbled with a tint of adoration etched to their tone. The voice came from behind and broke the delicate silence between the breastfeeding mother and her baby.

Without hurry, Thanatos tilted her head slightly in the direction of the voice to catch the sight her wife entering. Her long curly dark hair resting on her chest. Thanatos observed the two braids on both sides of her wife's head with that were carefully tied behind her head with the rest of her. She could see the strings of gold in the braids. It complimented the dark Purple and green dress that tightly fit her graceful figure along with her radiant Cardinal Red and Imperial Blue eyes. The sea was surely envious of her wife's eyes that could captivate you in a moment and drown you in the next.