She was the Holy One. He took her, though.
Death.
Death took her in so many ways.
That's how Illiana came to meet Thanatos.
Through Death.
The centre of his being.
And he'd be damned if she was taken away from him.
She was his, and he was hers.
Thr...
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"I wish i could take back every "I love you," and erase your betraying face from my mind."
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𝕴𝖑𝖎𝖆𝖓𝖆 𝕬𝖗𝖙𝖎𝖓𝖔 𝕻𝖔𝖛
Thick, scruffy pebbles clawed at my spine. The sound of screaming could be heard in the distance. The darkness in my vision dimmed, opening my eyes to...
What the heck?
Where the hell am I?
I pushed my bloody, golden blonde hair off my shoulder, twisting my head to look at my surroundings. In the distance you could see a lengthy, bottomless river.
Around me were all types of folks, strutting forward in straight lines. There were rows and rows of people.
Is my... mother... here?
People looked around in wonder, some covered in blood, and some were covered in grime.
Tall things in black cloaks, with huge cotton hoods pulled over their heads, came towards the group of people I was in. One muscular, scarred hand grabbed my arm and dragged me forwards.
We came across an olden times looking wooden boat. On it was a gigantic man, sitting on the edges of the boat. He wore a cloak, but it didn't cover his face. He had dirty blonde hair, with Hazel eyes that looked like they could bring the world down for you. He stood at least 13 foot, with a pale face, and a strong jawline.
Damn, he's huge- That's what she sai- nope.
"Oi! Lads bring 'em over here, they have got to pay me Danake to get on, or they stay on the River Acheron beach till they can come past. You know the drill, now get a move on!" He moved against the boats edges, his huge feet dangling in the bottomless pit of water.
Danake? What the hell is that?
Put in a, on the spot straight line, we were about to board the boat.
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As time went on, the dude in front of me, with a pole through their chest, walked towards the man.
What a horrible way to die.
"Alright pay up."
He looked at what looked like long parchment paper.
"Hmmm, here it says you have to pay 31 Danake to get on."
I guess someone else chooses how much you pay to get to the underworld. Wonder how expensive mine will be with my luck. I rolled my eyes mentally. Of course you would have to pay to get into your own afterlife.
The audacity of these people.
"I-I don't have any money! What the fuck is Danake?" The guy with the pole through his chest screeches. Ow, my ear drums. Jeez Iliana, stop being bitchy.
