Bringer of Life and Death

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Skylar POV

I died. Just great, just fucking peachy. At least I took the bitch with me, though I'm somewhat sad I'll have to see her once again when in hell. I feel like she'll probably become a demons bitch though. Not me of course, I plan on making satan themself my bitch.

Anyways. My eyes wondered around, not seeing anything through the endless darkness that felt as if it would swallow me whole. Hearing a sudden crackle, I look behind me at what seemed to be the flicker of a white flame. It began crackling louder and the flame began to get bigger. The bigger it got the brighter it burned. I quickly covered my face, not wanting to burn my eyes any longer by staring into light.

Feeling myself become engulfed in the flames, I grit my teeth. It feels as if my very soul it being turn apart only to be stitched back together until finally I become numb. No longer feeling the heat, I open my eyes once more. Looking around me I see horrendous, foul creatures lurking about. Cracks in the ground release murderous screams, as if the tortured souls are trapped below.

Standing up, I am greeted by a path. A shiver runs down my spin as a sudden gust of chilling air is blown toward me. The torches on either side begin to flicker to life. Hesitantly, I slowly build up my confidence and wall down the hall with my head held high. I hold back a flinch when a sudden shrill scream echos about.

Reaching the end of my path I am greeted with an ominous looking door. Strange skulls of being I have seen before decorate the frame, as if telling to tread lightly. I slowly push open the doors as stale air blows past me, whispering of lost souls seem to reach my ears telling me everything will be fine. I feel myself relaxing despite myself.

As the door comes the screeching halt, I take a step forward. Flames come to life all around, floating midair as if they are being held by the wind. Looking up a see a faceless person, if you could even call it that. Glowing white eyes scrutinize my every move. I begin to feel uncomfortable, but I remain still afraid to some how offend them.

I am brought out of my thought by a sudden voice. It sounds as though multiple men and women are all whispering in unison. "Skylar Rose. Age 16. Mother and Father both out of the picture and no siblings to speak of. Death caused by bleeding out." They state. I look at them, wondering who they are and how they know these things. It's not like it's a secret, but that doesn't necessarily explain anything either.

As if reading my mind they speak once again. " I know many things child, for I have been watching you since young. I am known as many things, but you may call me Death." Looking at them in shock I begin to wonder what happens next. Death once again answers without me having to question him. "You have been chosen to live once more in a world different from your own."

After a brief pause, to I assume let me absorb the information I have been given, they speak once more. "Life and I have decide to each bestow a gift upon you. Life has given you the ability to speak with all those that live and control them to a certain extent and I have have chosen to give you the ability to communicate with dead and revive those you deem fit." I look at them in awe.

Finally, I speak up. "What do these allow me to do? How will I use them?" A million questions run through my mind, but hose are the only I can seem to force out. "You will have to find out just how you can use these on your own. With these gifts bestowed upon you, you essentially become our apostle. You must always remember that with these powers come great responsibility. You must learn to protect yourself, for you could become a target at any moment once these skills are exposed." They state with stern tone, telling me that I should heed their warning.

I nod my head, bowing while thanking Death and Life for the chance of rebirth and the faith they have placed in me. Tears fill my eye as I ask one final thing. "How is he?" Silence is all that answers until they speak once more. "He has reached the land of the dead. Many of your kind refer to it as heaven. With enough practice and patience, you too can project yourself there. Be warned, it is not the spirit plane of your world though. He was only sent there as a final gift from us both. I should also warn you that you will be taking over a body of one that had already passed."

Though I have many more questions, I decide it is best to keep them to myself. Wiping away any stray tears that have fallen I look towards them with a thankful smile. A true smile that I thought was forever lost. They reach what seems to be a hand out, gesturing for me to grab it. After a moment of brief hesitation I grab ahold. My vision once again begins to fade as I am pulled into Death cold embrace.

Everything fades into the background as I hear a faint whisper, "May we meet again in another life, with a better ending." A small smile graces my face as I am once again taken into the abyss.