Untold Affairs of love and Death

It takes me about two months to write a new short story. Not bad i guess and i definitely love this story i made which i found to be weird. Have you ever imagined Love and Death having a relationship before? Could it be possible? And what will be the fruit of the unlikely affair between the two oldest being of the universe? Here is what i think will happen dear brothers and sisters....

In a strange land where the world is still a newborn child. When the sea is still as blue as the sky and the land is still covered with colossal trees like skyscrapers and every corner are bursting with the aroma of flowers of all shapes and sizes. In a place where mankind  still not exist among rocks and stones and a world where primitive and simplicity of life is spoke of eternal antiquity that makes everything a part of nature and no one is regarded as the supreme steward of the world…a little bird is just an inch towards its final seconds of existence.

The animals of her kind as the well as the beast of the land and behemoth of the sea couldn’t fathom what is happening. With just a second they saw the bird tumbling and falling from the top of a jagged edge cliff. They are trying to express their amazement and fear in groans and screams that no one can comprehend at all as they witness the bird soar in the sky and fall with just a split second in pointed rocks at the bottom of the cliff. They spotted its motionless body, still warm and breathing yet covered in thick crimson fluid. A deer try to taste the viscous liquid for it’s their first time to see what blood looks like. They didn’t like the taste of it, and so does the sight of the little bird who is gasping for her life.

In the midst of the commotion that grows between the animals, they didn’t feel nor see that beside the bird, a woman dress in ripped black dress is kneeling beside her. The beautiful yet dreadful lady in black has a deep sorrowful set of eyes that has two colors: on her left is red while the other is purple. Her skin is as pale as the sickening moon light and her hair is braided with skulls but despite her awful appearance, the expression in her face is filled with an overwhelming sadness and confusion. Like those animals that  though can’t express neither emotion yet you can feel that they wanted to convey something, the lady in black is definitely feel lost and it seems she didn’t understand what she should with the little bird.

“What are you waiting for, go and take her with you now” a gentle yet strong voice suddenly arouse the pale lady from wallowing in sadness and confusion. A young man of such vigor and beauty emerge from nowhere. He radiates a bright yet invigorating aura like the sun rising after the endless darkness of the night. His skin is almost like gold in complexion while his robe is the color of purity and passion. The young man is flawless; there is no hint of impurity or grotesque stain of matter life. Such beauty is as strong as any spear, sword or gun in our life today. His beauty is something that can overthrow once kingdom or built it to last for eternity.

“You have to do it, it’s your job after all to take the life of others” the young man speaks as he approached the lady. Although her appearance is fearsome and her presence is composed of unwanted sensations, the lady in black only manages to utter meekly two words while looking down on the ground:

“I Can’t”

“But why? You’re Death! You’re in charge of making the lives of men come to an end. Without you doing you role, this world will never progress. No changes will occur and life will not begun”

Tears start to fall in the eyes of Death. It her first time actually to reap a soul. At first she thought her job is as easy as hitting switches when a certain times come up. When she was created, all she remembers was that she is only made for one thing all alone: to reap the souls and put an end to what is living when the right time came. But now as she stares at the broken body of the little bird, she can’t resist sympathizing and doubts cloud her mind if she should take the bird’s soul and let it die. She felt that she is not the one who have to this for her heart speak of pain and not of duty.

“It’s too young, too young to left this world…it didn’t even have the chance to it her life to the fullest, how am I supposed to take its life if I feel that she didn’t deserve  to die” Death sob as she speak in a sorrowful tone.

“I know, I know but think about it, taking away that bird’s life now will not make her suffer more and her family. Look, there is her mother and father, they are already crying” the beautiful young man says as he pointed two large birds who give a shrilling cried that deafens the whole forest but neither sadness is seen in their fa

ces, they just look at the body of the little bird and make sound.

“If you really care for the little bird, then you shouldn’t let her suffer this long. After all, end is inevitable and you are the sole envoy of this. This is your duty” said the beautiful young man as he makes a broad grin without any traces of lament in the situation.

Death, although still hesitant as she heard the man’s word timidly, wipes her tears and look at the man with her hollow eyes and ask: “Am not sure about it but are you really Love?”

The young man who is actually raised his brow and starts laughing with his soft and mellow voice.

“That’s really funny madam Death”

“No. I’m serious. Are you really Love? The envoy of compassion and care?”

Love stop laughing and as he realized that Death is not making fun of him.

“What makes you ask about it?”

“Well, I though Love always move and act from his heart. But it seems you act and move through mind and reasons alone, not with emotions and even feelings alone”

The young man which is actually Love fell silent as Lady Death touch the bird and with an instant the bird who by now is already lifeless and already knocking the gates to her grave begun to cough hard and begun to mumble and meekly cried like a new born baby something like it is begging for something yet it didn’t know how she will plead for it since no words can be uttered by her useless beak.

Lady Death scoops the blood of the bird in her hand and l pours it into its open beak. The little bird cough as it spit the blood the filled its beak. It quickly get up and soars up into the skies like there is nothing really happened to it. The whole crowd of animal begun to make a crazy uproar though within the back of their minds, they never realized that they witness the second and third miracle that happens in the after the creation of all cosmos: somebody died. And it came back to life.

Watching the whole scenario, Love can’t believe what he just saw with his own eyes. The envoy of end and change, Death give back the life of somebody who is supposedly and should be dead by now. He didn’t understand why this pale woman is opposing her nature as the personification of death and life. And how on heavens did she knows more about love and compassion than him? From the time that he was conceived from the egg laid by the sable being called Chaos, the first to exist before anything or anybody that crawls or floats, he already understood that he is the only one capable of planting to seed of compassion and care in this world. The nutritious need that will be nourish by two or even many creature that will gave meaning to all the things in the vast and complex circuitry of life.

And yet that moment he didn’t understand why instead of his heart, her mind dominate him and speak with sheer pragmatic and rational thoughts that create a delayed shock in his soul for Death’s word is by no doubt the truth. He act like he is not the envoy love. Death could be more capable he thinks to himself. Would that mean he is more suited for the works of taking ones soul? Or could that mean he is a malfunctioned creation of their creator? What a shame! He sigh out loud as he lost his thoughts to too many queries

Dazzled and ultimately confuse, Love go away and then he flew with his broad and robust wings towards the sky. Death only gazes at him with her cold yet lonely eyes. In her heart, she felt a little bliss that the little girl is saved but it can’t be helped that in her mind, she also felt confused. It makes him happy to save souls and yet her duty is to take them…and that is the right thing to do.

As the two make their own separate ways, little did they know The Elder also witness what happened. A look of impending worry is drawn in every crease of her faces.  Perhaps he realized that there is something wrong between the creation he made which is the persona of Death and Love. Something is not quite right, and he needs to do something about it. Or else, the infant world might not make his way through his maturity and end up in chaos and void again before even man is created.

That’s it! Creation. Genesis.

The Great Elder, who’s beard is as white as snow and clad in flowing robe made of star dust and cosmic threads begun to make a move that will put this seemingly innocuous yet perilous dilemma in correction; to fix the flaws the that might cause strife and disorder despite it’s simple yet trivial appearance.

Calling out his messenger which is an avian with wide wings as wide as the length of a young tree, the Elder command it with an amalgam of calm and strong tone.  

“Summoned in my presence both Love and Death”

The messenger split into two smaller version of itself: one is a winged creature in ebony feathers while the other one is an elegant avian in clean ivory shade of color. The two magnificent creatures flew in synchronized moment as they descend down from the abode of the creatures to find the two unlikely beings.

After for a couple of sand has been poured from the sandglass and the sun move an inch toward the place where sky and the ocean meet, Love and Death  found themselves in front of the The Elder. Basking the whole vastness of the sky with bright and dreamy light from the setting sun, the whole realm of heaven where The Elder resides shone like a blazing gold and fire and yet the calm and pure aura of benevolence makes you feel awed and tremble with beauty together with the masses of clouds that playfully creates all sorts of figures that even dreams can’t exhume.

Love and Death. Both have their own personal thought on why they are called by The Elder for they already know that nothing can escape the all seeing eye of the Great Elder, and obviously he already knows the driving force regarding the doings of Death and the display of too much rationality by Love.

“Now my children” The Elder spoke with his voice of all fatherly love as both Death and Love bow their head in reverence to their makers. “I wanted you to know that I’m not angry or disappointed with the two of you. In fact, you just make me proud with what you have shown lately.” A wide smile of childish nature intertwined with a proud tone from the Elder shocked both Death and Love. These two had already concluded that they will taste hurtful words or worse the full wrath of The Elder but hearing his words right now, it seems that they got it all wrong for their creator’s thoughts are utterly untraceable and undeniably too hard to comprehend.

“Love, my young envoy of passion and care. Behind the beauty I lay upon you, you also possess a firm obedience with the natural way of the world. It’s unnatural for Love sometimes defies even the natural way of things. That is what I saw however with Lady Death.” The Elder glance at Death who is quickly averts her eyes to The Elder out of shyness.

“Her acts of compassion regarding the little bird is a tell tale sign that sometimes, even the right thing to do should be push aside because of much greater things like love. And yet again, like Love, you show actions contrary to what you should be”

“The two of you possess great qualities that I’m glad manifested within the two of you. But what bothers me is that I think these qualities are not complementing to the nature that I laid upon the two of you…that means, I have to redo it all again”

Everything fell silent as The Elder gives a hint of slight troubled expression. The silence seems to send off an unknown uncertainty that even the clouds turn quite black as they somehow perceived the building of silence at the throne of the Elder.

But before the silence continue to become a sightless burden, The Great Elder begun to notice the split form of the flying messenger. They bore different and contrasting colors but when the truth is, they are just the same and one. Suddenly the Great Elder smile and finally the clouds begun to spread out, revealing a glorious ray of sun before night took it place.

“Love and Death, you need to be one once again”

Just after The Elder said this, both the eyes of Death and Love meet. In the midst of their superbly different appearance and astronomically dissimilar nature, that moment, both Love and Death felt a gradually unknown growing attraction towards one another. A subtle yet real force link a mystical chain that binds the two of them. Could it be the works of The Elder? But the Omni-creator is gone now from his throne. Only Love and Death remains  standing in front of the enormous throne made of unknown gems that is unearthly in their glow but suits the unknown force that slowly yet surely made Love and Death gets closer to one another…and in instant, another miracle just happened once more that time: Both sun and moon appears in the twilight sky. Closer and closer there circles joined and become one and eternal…so does the lips and body of the lady in black and the man in white touch each other. Soul to soul, Death and Love become one.

No one knows that time why two beings of spectacular sight lies among the clouds naked and their bodies are wrapped around each of their arms. No one could have though that this act, where two souls of undeniable contrast have reached the zenith of harmony and unity as their bodies are like puzzle pieces that fits one another perfectly. Like they are made for nothing but for each other to become whole and one. That is the act that signifies that each of us, no matter how different we are from every aspect, are one and the same and meant for one another.

The act last for unknown period of time but after Death and Love finally break the chains of their bond (for the time of being unified is finally done and time to split apart is about to start), the age of man take its first dawn. Though unaware of the identity of their first progenitors, man portrays qualities that no doubt belongs Death and Love. Those who inherit compassion and emotion of such purity and will to defy anything out of sympathy and care and a beauty that can end even the sturdiest metal and melt even the toughest gold, this being are called women and their mother is Love. On the other hand, the pragmatic and logical individuals who do what is just without any hint of reluctance, those who are driven by rationale as firm and as cold as ice yet behind is the their heart that only do what is right, this being are called men, the begotten son of Death.

Love and Death is now different from their past appearance now. The young men of vigor and radiance become the most beautiful being that the world has ever known with her long tresses, soft and delicate figure and soothing yet loving voice that always melt the heart of everyone and strengthen the spirit of the weak and powerful alike. And the lady in black whose eyes are the scion of somber and twin of lament is now covered himself in a robe more darker than the shadow of netherworld and his face is always veiled and nobody even remember now how he looks like now for everybody begun to fear his scythe. But despite of it all, many knew how important Death is and without him, life could never be justified.

It’s been a lifetime or longer since the Death and Love become one, but judging our world marching into the monarch of chaos and confusion now, the moment of their second unification will begun for the last grain of the sand is about to take its last fall, but only The Elder knows when will it be.