Gods and Demons. Paradise and Hell. War and Love. Betrayal and forgiveness. The line between life and death is thin; perhaps, so is the line that lives between the light and the dark. Will the line between the Underworld, Mesoxynth, and Paradise als...
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Grim Cardinal Sin of Greed Reaper of life. Power to move energies into lower levels of consciousness; the premises of death. Whoever she reaps has no chance of returning to higher states of consciousness. She is omnipresent & has the gift of knowing. (height- 5'6" demon form- 6'7")
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Yurith's POV
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Death.
She walks alone through a long dark corridor, always toward the light but never reaching it.
I was a child the first time I felt her presence. Mom, dad, and me were living in a small woodsy county where the sun hardly shined, and the people were equally as lifeless and dull. Notoriously mind-numbingly boring, residents my age welcomed the occasional traveling circus's that raked in cash from fun starved kids.
It was fall and there was a new act coming to town. The Crystal Ball Traveling Circus; and we had tickets. Dad and I had taken a detour under the sprawling red tent that seemed to stretch for miles across the fair ground; where the music seemed to be lulling everyone into a trance. My vision got hazy as the distinct aroma of burnt sugar rose from the giant cotton candy machines. Burnt sugar and fog machine. A smell I could only describe as what anxiety smells like.
To me, there was obviously something off about this circus. But it seemed like no one else noticed as they laughed, played, and enjoyed the spectacles. But me, I was fighting against the pull in the air. Looking up to the ceiling and taking a deep breath, where I noticed that we were now standing just under the giant crystal ball. It reflected everyone below it like a mirror. But as I looked closer, it seemed like it was more than a mere reflection. It felt odd. Like the reflection I was looking at was seeing me too.
"You!" Someone shouted in-front of us, ripping my attention away. Startled, I jumped, burying my face into dad's bristly navy-blue sweater.
"I'm sorry, little one." I heard another much gentler voice. Mustering enough courage to peak, I saw a flamboyantly dressed clown stooping in front of me. His face was covered in glow-in-the-dark paint and had bright red hair that fell in-front of ruby eyes encircled by deeply set dark shadows.
I looked to the other clowns around him; counting five others, all with glow-paint-stains on their whimsical clothing and red painted on smiles. That is except for the one with the gentle voice. His smile wasn't painted on. It nevertheless, was still a grin cheek-to-cheek; wide enough to show all his teeth.
"It's- only a costume... see? I'm..." He paused, "Nippy. What's your name?" He continued to ask.
I realized my mouth was gaped open, so I closed my mouth and swallowed. "Yurith." I said.
