The corridor outside the Emergency Room was restless. The source is a man panicked pacing left and right, and his wife weeping and their extended family failing to comfort her. Their daughter was rushed to this hospital after a fatal road accident. Their world has flipped upside down when they got the news and rushed here.
“Oh, God! Please! Please! Save her.” Prayed the father as he grew even more restless.
“Nope. Her time is up”
“Death trying to steal my sweetie away from me. What about switching my life with her.” Wailed the aged Grandmother of the girl.
“Replace that life for the few years you have. But even if you had your whole life, I can’t take you before your time.”
“Lord, please don’t take her away.” Prayed the wailing mother again as the comforting words begin to pour on her.
“This Lord rejects your request” These sort of negative comments were coming from a man dressed in all black. Black pants. Black boots and a black hoodie with hood up covering his face. He was leaning leisurely by the wall opposite of that family. There was a black ominous scythe taller than him, leaning beside him on the wall as well.
Certainly, no one will tolerate a stranger talking like that in this situation but he is an existence that can alter freely, the ones who can see him or not. He was the God of Death. He has been waiting here even before the girl was rushed here. He was abiding his time and got bored so he was acting like he was having a conversation with them.
“It’s time” After a while, he slowly got himself up, stretched his arms over his head, and picked up his scythe. Then he walked, past the panicked father, wailing mother and her comforters, without glancing at them, right through the closed door and inside where multiple doctors were operating with haste. The numbers on the monitor began to drop. The doctors can feel the atmosphere getting heavy right as he walked in. They can feel the aura of death.
He saw the number on the monitor decreasing as he approached. He glanced at the little girl with disinterest and began to position his scythe for a swing. The scythe glowed red as he swung the scythe through the girl’s body. It was to cut the ties of the soul from the body and this world.
A white orb came floating out of the body and rested on his hand. A sac appeared on his left and he dumped the soul in it. The slight opening to dump it showed it had many more like that inside from the start. He turned his heel and came out phasing through the closed door again as the monitor displayed a straight line. Seeing the operating light go off, the hopeful family stood up and the door opened. But his job was done, he didn’t even look back at the aftermath.
He was walking through the streets outside the hospital leisurely walking to collect another soul. Not like anyone could see him. A black distortion came on the left side of his. Seeing it, he stopped. The one who appeared from there looked identical to him, same clothes, same atmosphere, and will utter words in the same voice a little later, everything similar sans the scythe.
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“Lord Dearth, I have come to collect.” Said the newcomer in his voice.
“So it’s No.6 this time. How have you been?” Questioned the God, pulling out the sack from nowhere and tossed it towards him.
“I’m fine but……….Please stop throwing bags filled with souls.” Replied No.6 catching the bag dramatically.
“Like I care. Here, all the details of the soul inside that bag. It won’t be hard for No.1 to give ‘Judgement’ this time.” He handed him a note. No.6 left to get the souls to No.1 after receiving the note. Last time, God of Death just gave No.4 a bag of souls and No.1 and him have to research themselves to give them ‘Judgement’ for their afterlife.
They are named in numbers because they are his clones. The Universe is vast and he can’t be everywhere so he created his clones to help himself. And all of them are working without break. The burden of being a major god, and to add……..without the reward of being a major God.
After he collected his next target, he pulled out a book. If one could see closer, they can read ‘Death Schedule’ as the title on its cover. He still has to collect several more from the surrounding areas. The population of humans is so much that the number of death per day is a lot, not to mention he has to take care of animals and other living things dying as well. He sighed. There was a lot. He needs some help now or he will have to catch wandering spirits. So, he had to call 5 more copies to cover this area’s death rate.
Around night time, God of Death could finally relax. He flew to the highest building in the city and sat there enjoying the cool night breeze and watch over the lighted city scenery. The next death was in a few hours so he wasn’t in a hurry at all.
Absentmindedly staring at the scenery, he noticed the sky above him turning golden. He was familiar with this. From the golden light, descended a beautiful lady with white beautiful wings in matching white elegant vestments. She landed and dropped in both her knees before him, with both hands cupped together, closer to her chest and her head lowered, we can say a kneel to pray.
“Lord Dearth, I bring you a message. The ‘Summit of the God’ will be held in the Western District of Heaven.”
Haah* Sighing the God shook his head,” Haven’t I told Micheal in person to not look for me? Like I would ever attend that meeting again.”
“Archangel Michael respects your decision, Lord Dearth but this time he was requested by God of Life himself. Archangel Michael said he truly wishes to meet you.” She replied unhurriedly. Angels are well-mannered. The law over their mannerism is so strict that talking against a god in a louder voice will make them fall, turning them into ‘Fallen Angels’.
“I got your message but attending it will be up to me.” He replied calmer than before. She nodded in understanding, bowed, and flew away again leaving God of Death to his not-so-good thoughts.
“Attend? Just because that betrayer wants to meet me now? How much time has it been? 10?20? or maybe even 30 million years. I thought they will forget about me after all this time but even I know those hateful bunches are still talking about me. The trashes that look down on me just because I’m a God that governs death of mortals.” The aura around him started to increase. The black aura that started emitting from him slowly covered the whole sky of the city. The moon and the stars were shrouded. The whole city began trembling from fear. The fear that they could die this very second.
“I did promise myself. I will never step a foot in Heaven again after I was exiled by Father----- no, the ‘Creation God’ himself. He must have no problem with me just doing my duty as he said back then. Yes, Why……………am I even thinking that hard? I just need to do the work and burden assigned to me by him.” Telling that to himself he got up to collect the soul whose time has ended.
The God of Death, named Dearth by the Creation God, who was exiled for only a million years in the same ‘Summit of Gods’, tens of millions of years have passed has never stepped foot in the heaven again and has never attended the summit. He will proceed to not attend the summit he was invited to by that Angel. (Summit of God happens after every 1000 years). He just goes on doing his duty every day.