"Tick"
"Tock"
"Tick"
"Tock"
A shinigami looks down from above into the human world. Its' body looks small and fragile. It has the face of a young girl, short pixie-cut spiked white hair, pale peach skin and a scar running down the side of her face from the top of her left ear down to the corner of her mouth. Her tongue sticks out slightly from between her lips, running over the edge of the scar subconsciously.
She shuts her eyes.
"Tick"
She opens them
"Tock"
With the rhythm of clockwork she blinks and moves, like a puppet on invisible strings. She's a slave to the rhythm of her slow beating heart, a clock that rests over her chest works as the pump that she needs to sustain her own life.
She turns around, keeping in time to the rhythm that dictates her every move. She breathes in.
"Tick"
She breathes out.
"Tock"
She opens her mouth to speak. When she does so her eyes gleam red in the half-light.
"Armonia"
"Tick"
"Daril"
"Tock"
The other two shinigami nod. Daril steps forward and bows before walking away. She has no choice but to obey the gentle beat of the youngsters' heart.
Armonia reaches toward his forehead and from the center plucks a single black jewel which somehow glowed it's lack of light, surrounding all it touched in shadow. She puts out a small, pale hand and the advisor places it within her palm before grumbling, "Good luck" and retreating to his shiny throne before another selfish shinigami tried to steal his favorite seat.
The girl turned.
"Tick"
Stopped.
"Tock"
Fell.
"Tick"
…
No longer did the gentle beat encompass all who heard it. Some relaxed, others woke but one, Nu, blinked her several eyes that covered most of her body. She rose and began to head toward her king's chamber. Zellogi called out to her in a voice throaty, as if he needed to cough but couldn't force it from his throat.
"Hey Nu, where ar' ya goin'?" He asked gruffly. The female said nothing, and continued her trek up the hill toward the rocky cliffs where her majesty resided. Once she arrived she heard his presence within her mind. She said nothing for she knew that her news had been heard. Her king needed no words. A new sense of purpose fueled her as a single white feather so pure that it could have been from heaven fell before her. She blinked in understanding and then headed for the portal to the human world to locate her, the shinigami known as Timepiece. The shinigami who humans knew as Hecate.
