From Death there can never be life for Death can only take away not create... Right? What if just once that was not the truth? What would happen if Death had a child with his very mortal wife? Well, Chuck only knows...
You as well as I know, the story of how the world began, with God and Darkness before all else. Or, maybe you don't. The story is after all over edited, and for that you can... Thank? Blame? Metatron who took down the story as it was once told to him. The part most forget is that where there is life there must always be Death. That's is where my story starts. Not with once upon a time like a fairytale, but with a request...
However, I'm a little ahead of myself. After all, my story can only be told if I tell you theirs first.
So let me set the stage for you. It was 1975 and there was some kind of rally going on at Westmore College. What is was no one remembers now. But this rally, unlike others was meant to end in a bloodbath of Death and destruction, that would spark into something much bigger. Dad never would tell me what. What he would tell me though was how this day would change him forever.
Walking the old sidewalks, taking in all of the lives that would soon be lost in one act of violence, but enjoying the somewhat calm of the fall leaves that crushed under foot, he looked up. This was the moment he said he was lost. He, for the first time in all of his long existence, craved something other then souls. That thing being my mother. He once told me that she shone so brightly that one would think that she was spun from the same thread as Earth's sun. And maybe she was.
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My mother was a strong women, with flaming red hair, and green eyes that always sparked with so much life. Sara Marie James. She was the youngest child of three, though she never got along much with the rest of her family. They were always rather uppity. They had more money then they could ever spend and they always tried to make my mother more proper. My mother, however, was always a free spirit. Do what makes you happy, not what others expect. That was my mother.
But before she was my mother she was a twenty-one year old college student, getting a degree in mythology. Much to her family's cringe. She once wrote that it was the myths that gave us the biggest understanding of the world. And she was probably right. Afterall, in the end she became a bit of a myth herself, as the women who fell in love with Death.
That day at a collage, in 1975, for the first and last time Death stopped the mass ending of life. Taking hold of the arm of the would be gunman and ending his life instead. But that defiance of fate would not go unpaid for.
But that is later in the story. For now what you need to know is that the same night and many others to follow, Death followed Sara back to her dorm watching over her. With the hopes of keeping her safe. He was right to do so as well because fate was still trying to right itself. One night, maybe a year after he first saw her, he was not the only one to follow her home. Though most would be concerned with the idea of Death following anyone, he didn't have any intent to hurt her. Only wanting to bask in the light of her soul for a short time. He did, however, save her in a more public fashion that night. Knocking the man out with his cane after he had backed her into a corner.
That night had started a relationship that would have the two married by the spring of 1979.
And they were happy for a long time, but my mother had always wanted a family of her own. Something my father Death could not give her. He was, after all, Death and as such was unable to create life. It broke my mother's heart and what broke her heart, broke his. That is what lead him to a coffee shop one December day in 1984.
