Life of a Cursed Immortal

The Birth of a Cursed Miracle

David jumped as another bolt of lightning rocked the house. 'Thirteen.' He thought as he watched the rain slam against the glass as it tried without rest to force it's way into the dry way house he sat in. It was an omen though bad or good he couldn't tell. As he considered it his mind began to drift to the scene behind him. His wife, Malina, laid in bed, shivering, as she attempted to let the soft mattress wash away the day's travel and the roaring fire warm her body. David let a heavy sigh escaped his lips. He should of known better than to talk her into this. He should of stayed in the village until she had given birth at least, he told himself. The journey had been his idea after all. He wanted them to travel to the city in order to have a more experienced midwife deliver their child. The prophet had said the birth was to be a dark and foreboding ordeal, he once again tried to reason to himself. It was only logical to attempt to increase the odds of his wife surviving. David ran his hand through his soaked hair once again as he thought about everything that had lead him here and with a heavy heart a new realization hit him. 'What if the birth would of been fine if we stayed,' His mind began, 'but by leaving the village and seeking outside help I invited darkness upon my family.' His mind was cut short by an ear piercing scream. As he stumbled up off the ground and turned toward his wife he saw a terrible sight. Malina's hand was covered in blood.


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Malina felt dread before she realized she was bleeding. It was simply by chance that she noticed the mattress she laid on was soaked more than it should of been as she attempted to get up to change her clothes. There was no pain, she realized with dread as she watched her husband rush to her side to attempt to help her, but she knew it wouldn't matter. It was too early and too calm. The goddess of birth wasn't visiting her. She wasn't giving birth to a healthy child. She was simply expelling a corpse from her body. And with that realization she couldn't help the stream of tears that began to run down her cheeks. She sat in silence as David barraged her with questions, though what they were she would never be able to tell. Her mind was focused on expelling her dead child from her body before disease could take hold. The god of mercy clearly was with her in this moment. Expelling the pain so she would not have to suffer more. It was going to be a labor of pain even with his blessing though. Hours passed in a blur as Malina forced herself to push the corpse of the child she would of loved like no other from her body. Soon she sat covered in blood, the son she lost before she could know him cradled in her arms and her husband begging her to drink some water as her tears had long since ceased to flow. She stared down at his chubby face and imagined how he would of looked as he grew. Would he of had her or David's eyes? Would his hair of been brown or blonde? Who's daughter would he of married? Would he even of wanted a woman or would he of preferred a farmer's son? So many questions she would never get to know. No matter how many blessings the gods gave her she couldn't help but hate them right now. She wanted more than anything in her life to have her child screaming at her right now. To thrash and cry out for comfort. She wished for that simple pleasure over and over again but in the back of her mind she knew it was impossible her child was already with the goddess of death. And she wouldn't be returning him. As Malina laid down her baby she rolled onto her side curling up as David attempted to comfort her. His warm hand gave her some comfort though she almost wished it didn't. A small part of her wished to be alone. And that's when she felt it. A bit of movement where she left her child. Anger began to flow through her veins as she spoke for the first time in hours. "He's dead, do not try and give me false hope by moving him." She spat out without warning. She felt David's hand flinch against her skin at her words. However what came next shook her to her core. "I'm not touching him." David said, his voice dripping with both sorrow and confusion. What came next could only be described as a miracle. Her child screamed. He lived. And for that the gods would never forgive him.