Category : Stories

Sub Category : Fantasy

As Death, many ask to trade souls for another. But one soul is not equal to another. I have only expected one, and here is its tail...
A devils whore bore a son that day, and his name was Cleptix. He knew only the pain and suffering of the darkest pits of hell, for that was where he was conceived and born.
On his first trip to reek havoc and fear upon the mortals of earth, he saw a beautiful young woman. She lay by a stream and ate the food she prepared for herself.
Cleptix felt something he had never felt before, and it worried him. It was strange, he did not trust it. He felt love.
There were only two choices, leave his love behind and never return, or be banished from his homeland and forever walk the earth, even after his love had died. So Cleptix watched her, waiting to see.
And when he knew what he was going to do, he confronted her. But when he told her that he had fallen in love with her, she laughed in his face.
He raced back to hell, feeling loss and pain. And he just happened by an orphanage. A lonely little girl sat there, weeping. And he had an evil plan.
So that night he snuck into the woman's house and reaped her soul. Then he came to me, full of sorrow and tears, and he said to me,
"Please, take her soul. But give the years she had left to the little girl, so that she may grow in sorrow and loneliness."
He knew nothing of the human mind and did not know she would grow to be strong, but her years were few, she would end her life at 16, not able to go any longer.
"Fine, but I cannot promise all she will know is pain," I said, harvesting the soul he brought forth to me.
And as he left, he looked once back at me, watching her soul become mine. I extracted the years she would have had, and sent them to the little girl.
And he watched the girl grow, and she did, in fact, grow in loneliness, but she recovered, finding love.
Now the only sorrow in her life is that in which he feels. He killed is the one and only love, to see more suffering in the world, but instead, he only made it a better place.
Then me, as Death, reaped her soul as an old woman. When I told her how she came to live her life, she asked me to thank him for her.
When I did, Cleptix was furious, he did not get what he thought he would have. He sulked back into hell, and gazed up into heaven, seeing the woman he loved, and the young girl he wanted to see in pain.
And he learned something about the human mind that day, that nothing can stop happiness.
But most importantly, he learned not the trade with Death. For my plans always overcome ones mad by demons and devil spawn.