The Story of Life and Death ~Chapter 3~

~The New Curse~


Years passed, the council’s new Death was stirring up a lot of trouble; she created plagues and other nasty diseases that would wipe out hundreds of thousands of people, just so Life would become weakened.  The council was tired of the chaos and terror, and the sad fact that they themselves were able to contract these horrendous diseases.

On the last day of the last month, the council came back together in the temple where they had originally made the emotional Death. They were all in a hurry to get it over with, tired of constantly playing the part of fates. 

The council all shook hands and said their names, some had changed positions. The entire committee consisted of: Mio –the good witch-, Mayu –the bad witch, Loki –ruler of the Lycans-, Andrei Valmonte –oldest vampire-, -Lucifer Morningstar –the brother, and ruler of hell now-, an Angel, and Faith –the fallen angel-. As it was, they had changed up a bit.  Lucifer was once the Angel, but now was the head demon…in all it was a little confusing.

Slowly they all began to talk: should Death be destroyed, or should Life be made stronger? Lucifer was the first to speak up, saying that Death should not be destroyed; they should release her of the curse and see if doing that helps. The witches automatically discredited the fallen/demon, saying he only said those things because of how close he was to his older sisters.

Finally, they decided that Life should be made stronger, made to where she could fight against the great power that is Death. They decided once again to work with the witches and give the girl a curse, similar to Deaths but a little different.
Andrei and Lucifer agreed that it must be powerful enough to survive any type of attacks, possible making Life an ancient like Death. Faith agreed in the fact that the being would have to have a soul and emotions. While Loki suggested that the being has no ties to humans, for they would surely corrupt the being. The witches nodded at these ideas and continued to make the being with different ingredients, potions, and spells.

After eight months of hard work the council met again and the witches held up a rather small vile. They told the rest of the council that all that was left was to write the fine print and it would be done. They all agreed the Witches decided to make the message a curse as well: ‘A world for the living, a world for the dead, these shall be combined in one. You shall offer hope to all and none; feel the pain of those you kill, feel the emotions of those you care for…Life is born in each person; if Life dies, all mortality dies.'

Each council then dropped a single drop of their own blood into the vile, and then the witched dropped the note in... A great flash of light and a form appeared; a Woman.

Hair the color of the sunshine pooled to the floor in curly silk locks, eyes the color of the coldest ice in a face of angelic description, her lips caught in the light hue of a baby pink rose, and skin the color of a light tan.  Her dress was completely white, the dress had a corset with sleeves that came to her elbows and then were slit open, showing her lower arm, the skirt was folded and pleated, with many layers of the whitest and purest silk, it looked like a soft cloud.

Slowly the woman looked up at these two witches, remembering them from the long ago past. “You will have no way to show emotions, for the mere thought of emotions does not rest within one as you. Instead you will be a muse for other peoples emotions, feeling what they feel; pain, pleasure, love.”

They smiled and waited on her reply; slowly she bowed to them and smiled. “You did this to my sister long ago, and now you do it to me. You will pay for this one day, even if it is not in this century or the next.” She turned and with a small smile, left the place that had long ago once been called a place of warmth, damned to walk the world feeling those emotions that she could not hold on to herself.

~This is only the begining~