"Lies. All lies? Could Lord Death really have been lying all this time?"
Justin sat alone is his study, poring over the ancient text that he had found. It was easy enough for the Death Scythe; no one was going to check the famous disciple of Lord Death for a library card on his way to the restricted section.
The dusty text spoke of old witches' long dead and ancient sorcery, with its age showing in between the crumpled and tattered pages. The book appeared to have been placed into the library as a kind of last request to a dying art form, and Justin was eager to find out everything he could now that he had access to the largest library of knowledge on magical and religious texts.
However, his excitement turned to horror as he laid his eyes on a page entitled The Gorgon Legacy. He began to read: "The Gorgon family began as the marriage between Mary Law and Khamai Gorgon, who were instrumental in the survival of the witch bloodline. Khamai took possession of the oldest child, Arachne, and Mary was escorted to Egypt by a coven of witches until she was found by Lord Death and eliminated."
"Mary Law? My mother was named Martha? And I'm somehow related to Arachne?"
"Stop it," the voice in his head told him. "Don't you see what's going on? They've been lying to you; all that time you spent on your knees and for what? You aren't one of them; you're just a dirty heretic with witch-blood in your veins."
"SHUT UP!" Justin shrieked as he threw the book against the wall and turned to face what he now saw as a twisted version of himself staring back at him. The book crashed into the jar of holy oil he had kept on the desk for religious observances, and the oil began to run along the ground, soaking his cloak.
"Why should I?" the other voice said with a sneer; "You know it to be true. It never bothered you that you knew nothing about your father? Not even once?"
"My father is dead. He served Lord Death faithfully. That's what Lord Death told me." Justin replied, his mind struggling to find the holes in his double's argument.
"Isn't that convenient? Lord Death would be the person to ask, wouldn't he? After all, he's never lied about anything. Except Asura, of course."
"How dare you besmirch his name! I have served him faithfully, and I will prove it to myself and you, once and for all!" Justin approached the candles that he always kept up at his desk for morning prayers, and began to struggle getting the lighter to work so he could offer up his prayer.
*HISS*
"Blasted thing! It was just working yesterday; why won't you work now?"
*HISS*
"Oh come on! I can't prove my undying loyalty if I can't offer up a simple prayer!"
*HISS*
"Lord Death, I beseech you! Let me deliver a prayer to you, and I will change the world forever!"
The shadow smiled with a black-toothed grin, knowing that Justin had forgotten all about the oil on his robes, and said "Oh, you're going to change the world alright."
*CLICK*
