Random story
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The woman gazed upon the tragic celebration in pity. Pursing her blood red lips, she sat back, enjoying the miserable show. It was a shame, though- Such a talented boy, too early for him to die. But these mourners- they were being ridiculous. In Hekate's thousands of years, she had never seen an era more taboo about death than this one. Rolling her black eyes, she thought, "Death is something to be celebrated, not mourned over." She stood up, her joints stiff, bones cracking, and a small moan of pain escaping her lips, Hekate made her presence noted. Immediately, the irrational mortals bowed down to her. Her blood red lips parted to show a mouth full of sharp, yellow teeth.
"I have come here to make an offer." Hekate yowled, her dark black hair messy- as if she had just come up from the dead. Everyone looked to her expectantly, much to her amusement.
"I will return your beloved- What's his name? Arthur? Andrew? Atticus? Whatever, I'll return this boy from the dead- if only I can take one of your lives for my own." Hekate came to this place for a reason- she had to strike a deal with the living. Her own life source was running out, she was desperate. She needed energy restored. Hekate hated having to make deals with the mortals- they were irrational, full of emotion. If she was able to, she would take all of their lives at once for her own. However, that was not how this worked. And it was a dangerous process. A being such as herself could easily be killed and damned to Hell, especially in such a weak state. "So? Any takers?" -
Then, three weak looking mortals stood up. There was an old lady, and, by her intuition, only had three more years to live. No, that would be of no use to her. The other was a crying middle aged woman- the boy's mother. She was sobbing, holding to kids near to her. The woman only had twenty more years to live. And, finally, an amputee. He was an army man- but had been injured in battle, by a bomb that he had stepped over. In the explosion, his best friend had been killed. He had never forgiven himself. No, none of this weak energy would be of any use to Hekate. "Ah," Hekate mused, walking over to the old lady, the first volunteer. Her eyes gleamed silver, looking into the woman's soul. "You're pure. But your life force, weak." She snarled, pressing her palm into the lady's forehead and disintegrating her. Then she walked to the second volunteer. Smirking, Hekate crossed her weakened arms. "Well, you blame yourself for your son's death. You think that if you wouldn't have let him leave the house that day he'd be alive. Sweetheart, you're irrational. You can't stop fate. Not to mention you only have twenty years to live- Oh, now none. Hope you have no regrets." She snipped, perkily, doing the same to the woman. Hekate stepped over to the other volunteer, chuckling. "Ah, a military man. Strong life force. Quite strong. However, you're in pain. Emotional and physical. That dims a life force, not to mention your leg also dims it. If that bomb hadn't been set off, you'd be of some use to me." The man, like the others, turned to dust.
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