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Authors Note: And here we have chapter two. No sign of Twilight yet as we still have a few chapters before then. Don't worry they'll show up eventually and this is more of a world building chapter and introduction than anything else. Oh, and if it's not obvious from chapter one this story is an AU and the characters will seem OOC at times. Enjoy!

Vague Beginnings

He sat on an old rickety bench staring off into the distance. Broken swings and warped slides unseen as he contemplated his new existence. Three shrouded figures floated behind him. In life he had such a strong fear of the creatures and in death he found himself too empty to understand why.

He had thought nothing of it when Lord Death had first spoken the term "Void of all realms". Now though here he was in an unfamiliar world all alone and invisible to all but the dark beings that hovered around him. He wasn't in an alternate reality nor a different dimension. From what he could gleaned from Death, none of the realms connected except for to the Judgement Void. He was never born here and never would be. Magic like he knew it was nonexistent in this realm.

A sudden pulse from his soul had him standing. He moved away from the desolate park and up the street. As he did, he spoke softly to a few of his swarming underlings, "You know where you must be. Go, I am in no need of your lingering." The entities seemed to hesitate for a moment before they filter off to their responsibilities.

As the once more young man continued down the vacant street he was grasped by surrealism. He did not know how many realms there were but he understood enough to know there were at least three. Death had said so himself when he had told him that he'd judge one other once before. He assumed that the one before him had been given the same burden to bear. He was the death of this realm. Unseen by the shackled souls around him be they mortal or immortal. The dementors were here to help ferry souls to the Void and since he was connected to all of the souls in his realm, he would send the information of which souls needed to be ferried through the link he shared with them. His creatures could only gain that information from him. That brought up the question of who had ferried the souls before him? Was there no one before him? That wasn't possible. There were signs of Death's influence when he arrived in the form of graves. Did that mean the dementors had always ferried the souls? It was true that they were already here when he arrived, but surly not. When he got here a link snapped in place attaching them to him, but he had to reel them in as they were taking souls that were not yet ready to be severed from the realm. It couldn't be possible that they had been running wild dragging just any soul into the Void. Lord Death would never have allow such a thing. So there must have been someone before him. The question was who?

It didn't make any sense; he was the end of all things in this realm and when the time came and this realm finally stuttered out he would receive his desire for freedom. And yet this realm was fairly new, but well developed by the time he'd arrived. Where was the one before him? What had happened?

The wizard didn't have any of the answers and that bothered him. For now though, it seemed as if this realm was his prison and his title was Death with his underlings as his guards. The young man felt a brief moment of dark amusement at how wrong his souls were when they thought of him as an old thin man leading his grim reapers. Lord Death had changed him back into how he was when he won the war. It was strange and he wasn't expecting it. It made him feel as if everything before this realm, his family and friends, had never happened. Almost as if he died in the battle. He knew better that that, but he sometimes missed his wrinkled face. He was old and while he had been sad to leave his children behind, he was ready to move on and be reunited with those waiting on him.

It was with a heavy heart that he thought of how long he'd have to wait for such a thing now. This realm; everything was so different here. It held mortals, vampires, and shifters. Nothing else of interest beyond the plant life and animals. He was broken from his mussing as another pulse wracked his soul. The man let out a despondent sigh and in the next step he was gone leaving only a wisp of dark smoke to disperse into the air.

He reappeared in what he designated as the Ancient Void. It was through this that the realms were connected. The Ancient Void was linked directly to the Void of Judgment and after the souls were judged they were brought here. He knew naught of how this link was formed nor who judged them, but he did know that there are always more souls delivered to the Judgment Void than are returned to the Ancient Void. He was still unable to figure out what happens to the souls that never return. The wizard was sure that whatever it was, it was nothing good.

This was were he dwells most of the time. It had a lingering darkness, but unlike the Judgement Void where you can't see the souls, the souls pulse brightly. It's here that he uses his new powers in the one way that his dementors can't. He filters the souls back into the physical realm. Which was why he was here now. Whenever the Ancient Void housed too many souls they would begin to resonate with each other and create a pure plus of soul energy. For it to reach him in the realm it meant that the energy was overflowing. This could cause cracks in the Void and destroy it.

The new Death knew to only filter out the restored soul, they would not last long other wise. Yet, sometimes he was given no choice. He needed to keep the Ancient Void whole and so it was with regret that he sent the realm souls not yet ready to leave when necessary. Unfortunately, this lead to a short life for some. Which brought him to his final task. Once room was made, the man could begin the creation of new souls and replenishing the ones that did not return.

He found his mind drifting back to that same question as he gathered his power from within. There had to have been someone before him. The Ancient Void would have shattered already if left unattended for too long and someone had to have been creating souls for the realm. He was missing something, but what?

Author's Note: Edited 11/28/17