Death, the most dangerous and frustrating element to ever exist, it could be defined as the cessation of life and all associated processes, the end of an organism's existence as an entity independent of it's environment and it's return to an inert, nonliving state.
Also called the end of everything, this element dawned on the inhabitants of this area, an evening torrent poured on in this space so heavy, that it caused pain to whosoever shall stand beneath it.
But something stood tall although very hard to visualize in this dark evening area surrounded by multiple morbid bodies, tangled up in the viscera's of their comrades on this plain grassland.
If it was day any sane human would say a prayer to the porcelain god on site of this scene, slowly the torrent stopped and the moon rained it's glorious light blessing the world will the power of vision.
Under the gentle moonlight the bodies could be identified as knights, each wearing armors of different colours showcasing their ranks but all had the same crest.
The bodies couldn't be contained under the periphery of a human view as it seemed they stretched infinitely with places still filled with human bodies, this was a large unleveled grassland with out any sign of trees for miles away.
The perpetrator of this genocide was a hooded figure in a long gown, it stood in the middle of this field with a long sword in it's left hand and a wrapped blanket in it's right hand, it was drenched in rain water which repeatedly dripped down it's chin.
It's figure heaved with weariness but it refused to show it as an unwavering smile stood on it's dedicate pink lips, from a closer inspection one would say this figure was a female as it was extremely curvaceous yet athletic.
" Nine hundred and seventy six hundred thousand human bodies male and female in three hours, I have improved " an alluring feminine voice escaped her lips as she stabbed the sword into the nearest body to her.
She took of her hood to reveal her god level beauty, dazzling bright amber eyes and a cute small nose also adorned with a natural pink lips, from her face one could predict her as a girl in her early twenties but the wise would depict some older thar that, her face was raised to the sky staring at the moon
Slowly her ever persistent smile faded as two bumps tore through her forehead and soon grew into two twelve inches long formidable horns which stood on her forehead, although not ruining her beauty in the slightest instead adding to it.
She unwrapped the blanket to reveal a cute baby boy soundly sleeping despite everything that happened during it's time for rest, " Ah Damian would never forgive me, but you have to become stronger " she said caressing his tender face.
She began drawing circles in the air while repeating ' Come back to me ', her fingers torpidly produced a emerald green light that entrailed the movement of her fingers, slowly it formed a circular vortex of emerald green light.
Tears endlessly streamed down the girl's cheeks drenching the child below her, " Grow stronger so that you can come back to me " she replied before tossing him into the vortex and watching him disappear into thin air.
" RETURN TO ME AZRAEL DENMAK!!! " She screamed as she dropped to the ground crying as the vortex faded into an unknown location where the child would experience the hard life he is to face alone.
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After conducting the midnight sermons of the Roman Catholic cathedral in Harvard city, Father Smith walked down home with his bible in his right hand and a chaplet hanging down his neck.
He walked down the lonely highway to the pastorage which was a bit far from the cathedral, cars occasionally buzzed by the old man who was quite happy with his life.
Spending nearly forty eight years in the immaculate teachings of lord wasn't a small feat and he hoped to die in those teachings, now many priest had undergone training through him and he was amongst the pinnacle elders of the Vatican.
As he headed home peacefully a resounding bang echoed through his aged ears warning him of a catastrophe, he turned to the direction of the bang and ventured further.
Although it was in an dark alley way the frightless priest pressed further unafraid of the unseen supernatural forces surrounding him, after some minutes of walking he stumbled across a deep crater with fiery particles caused by the force it used when colliding with the earth.
A child could be seen in the middle of the crater covered in a bright celestial light radiating with unparalleled potential, beauty and grace which left father Smith dazed as he subconsciously walked closer.
Opon reaching the child he left was completely mesmerized by the beauty and energy of the child as it's snow white hair fluttering in the air, he out stretched his old feeble hands and carried the child finding out that it was a boy.
" The Lord had sent his messenger of light " Father Smith exclaimed walking out of the alley way with the child and continued his walk home, the child soon opened his eyes with a cute little yawn.
Father Smith was taken aback a little by what he saw, the child had dual coloured eyes of immaculate Amber and deep Amaranthine which dazed the aged man.
Minutes into his shocking discovery a car zooming pass them probably that of some teens returning from a night club crashed into a street light ahead of them.
The driver was flung through the front window and meters away from the car before bashing his head on the asphalt road and spilling his brains, Father Smith walked up to the car and looked inside.
The other person, a female that sat on the other front seat was crushed with metal parts piercing different places on her body as it was where the impact first took place and finally the last was killed by the broken piece's of an alcohol bottle which stabbed him on the chest, father Smith did the cross sign and said a little prayer for the deceased before leaving.
Through the rest of the walk father Smith witnessed three more car crashes, a suicide scene take place and a deliberate genocidal attack of the entire lives of people leaving in an estate near him.
This was enough to make father Smith understand that this child was more of a curse that a blessing, he took him home and feed him some milk before bestowing upon him the name ' AZRAEL '.
A fated name you might say.
Weeks later father Smith reported the child to his superiors at the Vatican after countless people died in front of him, ranging from members to nuns to people around him they all meet horrid tragic ends meanwhile father Smith feel like he was growing younger and stronger.
Soon after the report the Vatican took him away, causing father Smith to meet a tragic end days later and the brewing of a mysterious entity in that area he had lived in after the departure of Azrael The angel of death.