Reckoning
Author's Note: Enjoy the story and R&R.
Disclaimer: I do not own anything related to or of Magic: The Gathering.
Summary:
A priest has his day of reckoning, meeting Tariel, Reckoner of Souls.
Skulls on a chain sink him into the aster void as his soul is loosed out of his mouth.
Body and spirit, sworn enemies, rid of each other at last.
Her thunderous laughter claps in his ears.
How he fled the ancient texts and scrolls of his order! The teachings lobbying him about this possible result!
His mother whitened and done in by disease, the priest had nothing except the mute words of his religion to fall back on. He had a death wish, yet was too cowardly to take his own life.
He curled his fingers that the divine would deliver him on accident.
Die and that's it, he prayed. Die and go to the above or bottom places.
When the time came, he got the third party.
Tariel. The Reckoner. Judge Dread. Affirmed to have been banished from the corps of thirty-seven she served, or the Saviour herself, depending what you read.
Revere her wrath.
Feel her touch your fear.
Her giant form was overshadowed by her giant axe, smooth stone or marble the priest concluded the strongest men could not heave one-handed, unlike her. The axe itself was overshadowed by black wings too horrible to gaze upon, and black, branchy hair and tattered shawl with no obvious telos.
Armour that did not seem metal divided her uncompromising muscles, the spiked layers layered in bloodstains. Only red because of the bloodstains she gradually picked up through history.
"Ema, what's in here, I hope you didn't experience!" he cried to his deceased parent.
"Soul! I pull you from the tapestry! You, I reweave! I return!" the angel boomed. "Landis, come!"
She had his thread, his bind to Fate, wrapped around her axe handle. Righteous meddler.
He would live and die, and live and die again, as she randomly judged fit.
There'd be no balm, resigned that justice was blind to his appeals.
After death you face paradise, damnation, or Tariel.