"You're time has come again, hasn't it, Deathscythe?" A large, and intimidating reaper asks his weapon. They stand in the Death Room, a recent addition to the now 784 year old Death Weapon Meister Academy. A midnight sky is glowing above them, grey clouds rarely coming to block their light. They both feel chilled, knowing that a life is soon to end. Her life.
"I'm afraid it has, my Lord." she replies, her hand brushing against the aged and wrinkled skin of her face, gray hairs falling against her fingertips.
He hums in agreement, his low and threatening voice tickling his throat. "I though so, I can smell the death on you. And you plan to leave once more? To this unknown location that still eludes my sight?"
"If it means will shall meet again, my Lord, then yes."
"Why do you continue to avoid your fate Death Scythe? There is nothing to fear on the other side."
"It is not that I fear the after life, my Lord, it is that I am simply not ready to become part of it. Our time together is still not at it's end."
"But when Deathscythe, when will I finally be able to bring you peace?"
"Soon my Lord. Just once more. One more life time together, and I will finally allow you to reap my soul. As old as it is, I'm sure your hands thirst to hold it."
"Indeed. But only to bring you the end you have prolonged for such time."
"I will reach my end when I see fit." She snaps, recognising the conversation they are sharing. "It is my soul, and only I get to choose where it ends."
The Reaper nods his skull clad head. "Such a large soul you carry within you, Deathscythe. Not a size I have ever witnessed in a human's body before. So much wisdom resonates from it, so many memories and experiences, only to be locked away. All so another new body can bloom by its own accord?"
"You know why that must be. If my soul were to travel to its new host with all of its knowledge unlocked, the results would be...frightening, to say the least."
"I could imagine. A human infant with that kind of mind would be a shocking sight. But when do you predict your return? It took three decades last you passed."
"I shall try to be hasty, my lord, but I make no promises. It is up to my new host to decide where I go. Every one of them is an adventure. New families, new friends, new lives. I can't tell you the amount of memories I have relived, all in a different body."
"A soul unreaped is a soul free to start anew. This fact you have taken to your advantage, what? Six times now?"
"Eight."
"My, my. How time has flown."
*Cough**Cough* The Deathscythe barks harshly has her immune system begins to fail her. "I-I must…"
"Deathscythe?"
She takes a deep breath, continuing to hold on the the last inches of life she has within her. "I must be off, my Lord, or I fear that my soul will be in your grasp sooner than had I hoped."
"I could end this, you know. Keep you here forcefully until your body gives in. Until your soul leaves it once more."
"Out of all the centuries I have served you, my Lord, I know you to not be that cruel. You will let me leave, and you will await for my return."
"That...that I shall, Deathscythe."
She walks towards the grieving reaper, knowing that he is loosing his closet weapon and companion once more. She places a withered hand on the cold, white mask, looking deep into its soulless eyes. "Be patient, my Lord, and I promise I will find you again. Eventually. But until then, I need you to make me a promise."
"And what would that be, Deathscythe?"
"Don't be alone. Please. For whenever I leave to begin anew, I find you in solitude. Deserted and reclused. Please my Lord, find a companion like yourself. Someone to keep you company until I return."
"And who would you suggest?"
"Like I said. Find someone like you. Someone who is familiar with your life and experiences."
"I fear that to be limited to myself alone."
The Deathscythe laughs, amused by the idea in her mind. "Then maybe it's time to create you. To have the mantle begin to be carried, as I am now."
"Are you suggesting…"
"I am. Who knows, it may be good for you. Having a child to raise for yourself."
"I would imagine that I wouldn't be quite good at it." The Reaper scoffs.
"At your age? Please. You'll be a pro." she smiles, caressing the skulled mask with her thumb. "Simply listen. I'm sure he'll be manageable."
"And what would I call him?"
The Deathscythe ponders the question. "Well, he will be you after all. Call him Death. Your kid Death."
"As you suggest, Deathscythe."
"Now, I must be off." the elderly woman steps away from the Reaper, making her course towards the one of many places the Reaper will not be able to sense her lone soul. "I wish you luck, my Lord, you will need it. Until our next meeting." she concludes, waving a hand in departure.
"Until then...my dear Deathscythe."
She coughs and coughs, air escaping her withered lungs for the last time. Her pale eyes look to a bare night sky, knowing her Lord's own eyes will not be able to view her.
'Why is death always such a cruel process?" she asks herself. 'Always so cold, so empty. And so damn boring.'
'I wonder who I will find this time? A wanderer? A philosopher? Hopefully not another damn Italian, god how they talk. I remember learning those words as I grew, using them over and over again in childish joy...childhood. That I have to look forward to. Such innocence I get to experience. Such sweet naivety.'
She feels her heart beat began to slow further, barely making a sound within her ribcage.
'Maybe this time, things will be different. Maybe I will be able to live a life worth while. I have one more chance, so I'll make sure of it. I promise Lord Death, I will return to you a strong and noble young woman. One, once again, worthy of the title 'Deathscythe.''
She takes one last shallow breath, before feeling her large soul rise from her now lifeless body.
'Now, to find my host. Infants are so easy to take over, empty minds with little life. Much easier than adults. Here we go…' The large, (f/c) soul travels across the vast and empty plains, searching for a new body to inhabit.
A young, (h/c) woman approaches a grey brick building, a mess of coddled blankets in arm.
"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." she weeps, laying the bundle down gently, onto the cold, concrete porch. "They'll love you, they'll take care of you. I promise darling. It's for your own safety."
Small, (e/c) infant eyes gleam back at the grieving woman, full of wonder and curiosity, unaware of the situation it was being put in. It giggles happily, recognizing the (h/c) hair cascading down the woman's forehead. She reaches out for the infant's hand, holding it in her own for the last time, only for the baby's hand to glow, and shape itself into a sharp blade. The woman gasps in shock, pulling away a cut hand. "No! No more! I-I can't!" she sobs, as she has come to fear what her child truly is, an instrument of death.
"They'll know what to do. I'm sure they will." She leans down once more, placing a now blood stained piece of baby upon the infant's single piece of warmth against the harsh nights cold. "I'm sorry." she weeps once more, before abandoning the child on the stairwells top.
The infant wails, seeing the only person it has come to know leave their presence. The crying continues for an hour, the weeps of the child echoing through the cobblestone streets, not to be heard over the slumber of its residents. All except one.
A large red door opens from the grey building entrance, a sweater clad man looking out into the darkness. Only to look down at the source of the noise he was thought to have heard.
"What do we have here?" The elderly man asks himself, seeing the tear stained cheeks of the lonely child, as it continues to cry harshly. He picks up the child into his warm arms, caressing the cold, (s/c) cheeks. "You poor thing. Left all alone here. Do not fear little one. We'll care for you. We'll love you no matter what." he cooes, calming the child. He looks down once more, seeing a small piece of parchment, it's corners stained a dark crimson.
Picking it up as well, he reads it aloud. "(y/n). Is that you, little one?" he smiles, earning a small giggle from the baby in his arms. "Well (y/n), this is your home now. And I promise, we'll make sure you'll grow to the healthy young woman I know you'll be." he smiles, turning back and into the same children's home, excited to tell the other children in morning of their newest addition. (y/n).
A/N: So? Whatchya think? ;) A good start? Please comment to tell me what you think! -Silver