Wicked Deeds

Fate controlled my power…

An eternity of duty led me to a single moment. A moment in time when I began to question it all. The fates wove the threads of life and once those threads were cut there was no going back. I was the hand that guided a soul through the doors of the living into the world of the dead. The natural cycle made sense, as did the afterlife. There was peace in knowing I was created with a divine purpose to witness a life at its end. Yet my peace was shattered the moment I was sent to collect the soul of an innocent priestess.

I’d never seen a soul more deserving of a blissful end in Elysium than Anastasia. She was as lovely in form as she was in spirit. Anastasia was blessed with a gentleness I’d never seen in the world of the living or the dead. I would escort her through the end of her life to the next. But for the first time in my long life, I found myself wondering did it need to be the end? How could a soul so beautiful be so cursed at the same time? Only time would tell. For Anastasia, I had all the time eternity had to offer…