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Her ebony robes flowed in the gusting wind as her stone gray eyes surveyed the scene of devastation below. War, was not her forte, but then again it was part of her duties. She was the angel of death, feared by all creatures on the earth.

As her eyes swept over the grim scene, she could not help but feel pain for the humans who had departed so violently into the next world. She descended down the hill and into the battlefield where hundreds of bodies lay. Being the angel of death, she had to make sure that all of the bodies in the battlefield held no souls. What happened after they departed was, unfortunately, none of her concern.

Snow fluttered to the ground over the blood-stained grass and bodies. This was how life ended in war though she wished it didn’t. Nearly all of the bodies she surveyed were in the age range of twenties to thirties. All humans should die warm in bed and surrounded with loved ones, not lying in blood on the battlefield.

Shaking her head in anger and disgust she walked forward and gazed in surprise as she saw a hand move. Walking swiftly to the fallen soldier, she kneeled beside him and felt for a pulse. A steady, dull beat throbbed beneath his skin even though an arrow lay lodged in his breast.

For the first time in such a long time she had to make a difficult decision. She was Death itself and Death took whoever she wished. But she knew this boy like all of the bodies on the battlefield. It was important that Death knew everyone who came in and left the world. She had never allowed a human to see her unless it was of great importance and now it was more than ever.

Placing a hand over his forehead, she awoke him from the slumber that had enveloped him mere seconds ago. He gazed up at her tiredly and asked, “Who are you lady? Why are you on the battlefield?”

“I am the angel of death, dear one, and I have come to decide your fate.” She replied in a soft and sweet voice.

He kept staring at her and decided she must be jesting. “You can’t be. You are too beautiful to be the angel of death.”

She smiled down at him while gently caressing his cheek with her cold hand. “Death has always been female. Death can be gentle and kind yet hard and cruel.”

“True. What are you going to do?” He questioned her as she placed her hand at his neck.

“I am going to decide whether to let you live or to reclaim you later on in life. Do you have anyone to live for?”

“My wife, she is all that I have.” He answered.

She smiled at him knowing that most of the dead at wives and children. “Very well. I will give you your life and in return I ask that when you have a child,” She paused only momentarily, “that you allow me to be the sole guardian of it.”

She had down this often in the past millennia. Whenever she wanted to know what it was like to watch a child until their death she would strike a deal with one of the near dead humans. He asked her, “Why?”

“Those are reasons that I cannot let you know. I can tell you though, that all children who are under my protection do not die shortly into their lives. They live full lives. I will not harm your child. I only wish to be a part of the living world through it.”

“I don’t understand your intentions angel, but I trust you, since you are one of God’s chosen.” He told her with sudden confidence in the heavenly creature before him.

Passing her hand over his forehead, he fell limp and slept soundly. She whistled loudly and moments later, a black steed galloped into the battlefield and quickly stopped before her. She hoisted the man onto her steed’s back then climbed behind the soldier and slapped his flank softly.

A few hours later she arrived at a tiny village where a doctor could tend to his wounds. Once making sure that he was in safe hands, she climbed back on her steed and took off knowing full well that she would see him soon.


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| Silver Melusine |



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The following comments are for "My Own Angel"
by silvermelusine

lady death
wow. For some reason i cant really pinpoint, i really like this story. It shows that death can be both kind and cruel.

( Posted by: draco [Member] On: January 16, 2006 )





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