Death's Wish

A Final Visit Home

Their long cloak seemed to wisp of into smoke on the hood and ends, with a bald torn rope that was keeping it fastened to the figures shoulders. The scythe was a deep black with a silver handle strapped to their back.
"Who are you?" June asked, her voice surprisingly calm for how afraid she felt. "How am I back at my house?" She continued, "Where's Emia?"
The figure seemed to smile sadly at this, their hollow eyes bore right into her very soul. "Your friend is ok, you not so much. And as for me I'm the final person you get to meet. I am death itself."
June stared at the figure deemed 'death'. It all made sense when she thought about it. The bright light, the ringing in her ears, waking up to nothing and then suddenly being in her room. She had died and the person standing at her door was death.
"So now what?" June asked 'death' as she sat on the floor, fearing she might faint out of shock if she didn't.
"I judge your soul to divide where to send you" Death replied. Rising their scythe above June's head, ready to strike.
"Will it hurt?"June whispered looking down and away from the scythe.
"Only if your soul is filled with evil" Death whispered back. With one swift motion they raised their scythe before bringing it down on June, effectively making her shatter, like a mirror thrown on the ground.