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I’d love to call myself a demigod.
It sounds less freakish and classic and more beautiful than what I really am. But I’m not. I’m an offspring of a god, but my father’s far from being divine. Death is anything but divine.
I’m born with the ability to see things that are forbidden for a human eye to behold. Death and death gods alike, they are a common sight. They are everywhere, crowding the streets—hideous yet beautiful, sickening yet stunning.
The praeses said, the universe is nothing but a large scale. The gods of death are one of the million kinds of medium the universe uses to keep things in equilibrium. And when something tips the scale, there are forces that will take what should be taken, one way or another.
“Are you sure about this, Serafina? There’s no backing out,” Zephyr asks me one more time. I look up to him, but had to squint and quickly look away. I focus my eyes on the wisp of clouds forming beside his head to avoid being blinded by his light.
In his hand, Zephyr holds a ceremonial band that is supposed to bind a couple to eternity. My throat stiffens at the thought of it. Eternity. That’s a fucking long time.
“I don’t have a choice, do I?” My tongue tastes the bile; I wanna puke it all out. “I can’t let Nigel die.”
I sharply turn my gaze to my left. The creature beside me smirks, obviously pleased with the turn of events.
Zephyr holds out the band, delicately woven with intricate designs of red and gold. “Alright. This is it,” he says.
I do not look back at Zephyr. My eyes stay glaring at the man beside me, burning with contempt, and yet he continues to look bemused.
“I hope you’re happy,” I sneer under my breath. Barely audible.
He hears it anyway.
Reaching out for my hand, he whispers, “Don’t worry, baby.”
My eyes twitched at the word.
“We’ll be.”
