If Life and Death were to tell their story, it would begin with 'Once Upon a Time'. Children would gather eagerly around a homely elder, a soft-spoken grandmother, an outspoken and loud grandfather, an older sibling that pretended to hate their younger brother or sister despite the fact he or she had thrown more than their fair share of punches in their honor, and just listen to the tale of love in its purest form.
Of course, their story began long before 'Once Upon a Time' existed. Their story took place billions of years ago and their love has burned brightly ever since; two entities locked in an eternal dance.
Their love is often depicted as something evil, something vile. In fact their love is never shown as love, but hate. Pure, unadulterated hate. Patrons could feel their anger. Their utter loathing of one another through the generous brush strokes of artists past. Life was beautiful, so full of its title it practically radiances a warm and comforting glow of soft, light colors.
Life is an angel. A warrior. A champion that fights against Death and wins. Life over Death that is what the people want. The living want to pretend Life triumphs overall, when in fact it is Death.
Death, a gossamer white skeleton dressed in tattered robes and lost souls. It is the bane of Life's existence. It is the thing that destroys, obliterates, and rots the world away. Death is the villain of the story. It is a backstabber, a cheat, a coward against Life and all its grace.
But it is not true. The paintings, the writings, everything. No words can express what they share. No picture can capture their desire, their love. Nothing can describe the love Life and Death share with one another.
Every day they express their love for one another. They embrace the beauty the other creates with a wonder and awe that seems like it can never be repeated. But it has; time and time again does Life and Death do the impossible.
Their love is made of moonlight and tastes of fairy tales. Every second they fall further and further into one another's arms. One never wants to let go and the other knows the time will come when they have too. But they don't think of that. Instead the lovers gaze into each other, seeing the vast universe in nothing but their lover.
If Life and Death were to tell their story, it would be beautiful. It will take time, it will take patience, but Life and Death have an abundance of both. They are forever in love. They are eternally falling for the other. They will be the final Happily Ever After at the end of the world. Life and Death and nothing more.
But their story is a black void flecked with starlight. It is a dark fantasia that hides behind a glittering facade. Toxic love bubbles to surface as millennia passes between their kisses. It is obsessive and poisonous, but so pure. Oh, so pure. Their kisses drip of bliss and venom. Their love reeks of passion and pain. Life and Death are not enemies. They are not on opposite ends of some war that threatens to tear the world asunder. Life and Death circle and stalk one another. To them, they are the world. There is no Life without Death and there is no Death without Life.
And it all happened a long time ago, Once Upon a Time.
The Earth formed over 4.54 billion years ago. Life did not start at that moment, but it waited patiently, quietly, slowly gaining consciousness. When Life first come to, it watched in awe at the tiny, squirming organisms it had created. All they did was multiply and eat, but Life gazed at them with such adoration. They were its first creation and the pride of such a feat lasted forever after.
Life moved amongst its creatures alone. Even with their simple instincts, the creatures knew nothing outside of consumption and consummation. They could not understand Life's desires. They did not know how Life longed to reach out and touch her creations in a way that would make it…feel.
Then, one day, a figure approached Life. It was unlike the small creatures that were given life by Life itself. This figure held out one of the squirming creatures to Life, its body old and frail. Life gasped at the figure.
"Did you make this for me?" Death asked. There was no language for them to understand one another, but Life looked at Death for what could have been a thousand years before Life slid up Death. They had no bodies to feel one another's touch. They did not have eyes to gaze upon the other's beauty. But Life and Death had each other. Death had spoken to Life without language and Life responded.
"Yes."
The single squirming creature went still and its body fell back to Earth. However, that creature, that single creature still squirmed in Death. The entity reached out and felt that organism move inside it.
"I'll keep it forever." Death said to Life.
And that's how Life and Death fell in love. Everything Life created Death kept forever. Every living creature was a new gift to Death and the entity embraced with adoration.
As the world got older, as did Life and Death, the creatures Life created began to change as well. They grew and lost appendages. They developed complex nervous systems and habits. They hunted and feasted upon whatever they could. Death and Life watched the world evolve together, each day falling more and more into obsession and love.
Life and Death soon covered the globe. Life's gifts to Death were found in every ocean, on every continent, and Death kept every single one. They were a symbol of Life's love and Death was determined to keep every single thing it made.
When humanity evolved from those small creatures, Life and Death watched them interact, kiss, and love one another. The two entities did the same. Their kisses lasted millennia, their love making was bliss.
For billions of years Life and Death existed in toxic love, alone they stayed out of human eyes, for they had nothing to offer either of them. They were nothing, but a gift from one to the other. A symbol of love and nothing more. Life and Death were happy. They were content.
But, one day their love making produced something extraordinary, something neither of them thought possible. They watched as the impossible grew before them. It was three years old when Life and Death looked at one another, and vowed to take their child into their arms and create a new Happily Ever After just for him.
A/N: So...I have no idea why this is here. I haven't written, or updated, a fanfic in so long, but I guess I just liked this idea. I'm not sure if any of you guys do though, so tell me. I promise, this is just the prologue. As always, review!
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