Untitled

7 3 0
                                    

Smiling down at the people, I summon a light breeze to cool them down as they work. I walk away from the edge of the cloud, walking to my palace. I step in the palace, sighing contently at the peace and quiet that are in these halls. Everyone else had gone to their realms of power, making sure the humans were alright. I sit down on my throne, silently wondering what Death was doing.

The amount of deaths amongst the mortals was low today, seeing as there were more births than deaths. The poor God had been shunned far more by the mortals than by the other Gods. Hopefully they were running around with some shadows and death spirits and not wallowing away in pity. I close my eyes slowly, taking in the laughter of the people down below. It's such a pity Death was surrounded by themself and anguish.

They would've loved to be with the people, singing along to their songs and dancing along with them. But alas, Death was not welcomed among the living.

Short StoriesDove le storie prendono vita. Scoprilo ora