The Life To My Death

Prologue

     When you die you don't get some highway to hell or a staircase to heaven, no you get something similar to a doorway that opens up just for you to walk through into the afterlife, but it's only open for a limited time, about five minutes or so before it closes and locks leaving you outside in the now cold realm of the living. Due to some spirits getting lost, scared, or having "unfinished business" they don't realize the door has a timer and get locked out. That's where I come in. I live in between Heaven and Hell, other people call it Oblivion, but I'm forced to call it home. When I was created, which was millennias ago, I was given the name Aderin, I can't remember much after my name, all I can remember is everything that happened after I appeared here which was around the time I was 21 years old, now I'm over a million years old, for a human at least. Time doesn't exist in Oblivion so I still feel 21, Though nothing really exists in Oblivion from what I know of, all that's here is me, a pure white river to Heaven and Hell, a dock, and whatever lies beyond the black forest surrounding the river. I never dare venture out there, nobody does. The devil himself fears what lies beyond that forest, and here I am doing work right next to it. Sometimes while I'm rowing down the river, I feel like I'm being watched, and when I turn to face the forest a million beautiful shining stars greet me, except stars don't exist in the middle of a forest, nor do they belong to heads, but it's a pretty sight before you realize how creepy it really is. Luckily the spirits don't notice it, if they did I'd probably be having to deal with a rocky ride, it's hard enough rowing with a scythe but picking up things out of the water without damaging anybody is near impossible. Besides they are already scared of me as it is, a black robed figure with a mask on, holding a scythe, and taking them to either Heaven or Hell is apparently what many of them find scary, I'm not supposed to take my mask off so I stay anonymous, hell even I don't know what I look like, there are no mirrors in Oblivion and pure white water isn't reflective at all! But they get used to my appearance along the way and I continue my job smoothly. Every single day.