Spirit of Death

1. A Touch Is All It Takes

Shadows are often overlooked by the shinning light. People often forget how beautiful the absence of light is.

That night, I only saw shadows. Crawling into my heart, consuming my soul in pure darkness.

And I woke up with shadows in my eyes.

Grim Reaper, Angel of Darkness, I have many names. Mostly, I am known as the demented and corrupted thing that separates families. The horrendous thing that takes away the happiness and joy from the humans. I am the thing that brings them agony, raw suffering into their lives.

I am the bringer of evil. I am Death.

And it only takes one touch for me to kill you.

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The pitched wails of the newborn child rang in my ears, a scowl forming in my hidden face.

I watched as the mother cried in relief, salty tears falling from her eyes as her hands gripped her wailing son.

Such a pity, to make this young child motherless in the span of a few seconds. Alas, it is my job. And no one, not even myself, can evade fate.

I watched as the mother smothered her baby with sloppy kisses, her eyes unnaturally bright, her chest rising and falling quickly.

"I'm sorry." I said numbly, but it's no use. She can't see me, and it's only a matter of seconds before she can't see the milky skin of her son, too.

After many years of practice, bringing souls to the end of the tunnel has becomed bearable. I no longer feel anything, I simply respond to my call.

After all, it is my job.

I approach the mother, my eyes never leaving her face. The wrinkles in the corners of her chocolate eyes, how her smile lifts more on her left cheek, and how her right cheek dimples softly. She was certainly a kind woman. Such a pity.

I am finally standing in front of her, just watching the way her eyes sparkle with love and joy as she watches her precious son.

But, it's time.

"I'm sorry." I whisper again, and I touch her forehead.

Immediately, her gleaming eyes become glassy with unshed tears, her chest stops rising, and she is no longer alive.

The heart monitor next to her starts beeping a constant, never ending sound. A ring that will never leave my ears.

But I still kiss the mother's forehead, and I jump into the shadows of the room, leaving behind a motherless child, and a piece of my soul.

My name is Eve, and I am the Bringer of Death.