Mother Dearest, The Consort Of Death.
"Death is like Water to the hell that you start. It can only relieve so much, before the Darkness consumes that which is left. This is why I cannot Give anything to my Child." The dark lady mused as she paced in the corner.
"Life is the prolonger. Where Death extinguishes all feeling forever, forever all but the feeling of nothingness – like being blind – in an eternally strange place, Life keeps you on swirling rides of emotion and lets the Scenery change." The dim light of the moon poured in through the slats in the window high above. The dusty beam was just enough to illuminate the features of the lady's lonely and sullen face. She seemed to be the room's only occupant.
"You can either choose to Live for tomorrow, and hope the aching ebbs, or Die and freeze your hurting- Let the night Creatures feast on your flesh. You can End your soul and hasten your judgment or enrich your values and earn Forgiveness." She sighed, and her empty silver eyes drooped in remembrance.
"That is the Gift we give to the Living. The choice. But for us who were born Without the chance to Decide for Ourselves, we who are Dead amongst the Alive, for us, we don't get that choice. For us, death is Life, and Life is torment always." She was desperate to prove it wrong. For him. But that is how things were. Unless they found someone to make the pain worth it, the pain would remain as long as they stayed.
"And the people who create Hell on earth, and become like us of their own will, born human, they are what we were created to kill. Kishins. And Sin." How could anyone become like that willfully? The morons. Perhaps now that Asura had been locked up, people would finally behave. Or not.
"Luckily, there are only a few of us here. Only three at this moment. My husband, Death. And I, Death's Consort." Lady Death mused, and then startled as she heard a babe's cry from the corner.
"Yes… Three." She hurried to the cradle, nearly invisible under the cloak of shadow. "Where I could not give myself a happy childhood, Son, I swear I will find a way for you to live." She cooed over the boy's fretful head. And carefully the worried mother picked him up as the town clock struck eleven. "My beautiful boy, Death the Kid." She bounced him calmingly in her arms. "Find some warmth in this desolate world. Find solace. Find what I couldn't. Prove to me that you can love and live as everyone else, even though you are death. Be strong." Trapped in a loveless marriage, and nearing her end, this was all she could hope for.
And even when she returned to her world, she kept the prayer for him. And as he grew, she watched. The Kishin may have survived but was soon destroyed permanently. Still the boy grew. And as he aged he learned the power of obsession, in symmetry, and eventually, the power of love. In a girl that needed him, for reasons entirely different from the world. Just as she needed her sister, but never more.
Soon she would become the new Consort to Death. And renew the cycle.
But this time, life would not be something horrendous. And never again would a shinigami feel alone. Never would they be left to go mad as Kid's mother had.
Thank you for bearing with my random capitalizations and spewed confusion, I tend to write circles when I'm bored... Anyway. Yes at the end it's Liz that needs him. Don't ask for what because I don't know XD
And Kid's mother... the seclusion really got to her, I guess. Didja see how much she talked to herself? Okay, yes that was my circle-ranting. Rather than delete and re-write I admit I found it easier to make the woman crazy. So sorry. Review? ^-^