Kiss of Death

Everyday 360,000 people are born into this world; everyday 151,600 people die. 105 people die each minute and nearly 2 people die each second. In the world we live in, everyone is an angel. Whether we know it or not, we all have our own duties. Not only are there angels in this world, but there are also demons. Demons that come for those that lose sight of what is good and take from those that least expect it. The only ones that seem to get along with the Demons are the Angels of death. Although they may not be friends, they get along long enough to fulfill duties that belong to them. Demons cannot protect themselves from an Angel of Death. But if an Angel of Death kills a Demon, they will suffer the Demons pain and most of the time will die alongside them. In very few cases would an Angel survive killing a Demon. When I was seven my twin sister died from a really bad virus. The night she died we were visited by strange people. One person had rigid dark black wings coming from his back. The other person had white wings, beautiful and had a shimmer to them. Five other people joined them from behind, all wearing black robes. “Your sister was not meant to get sick, but what is happening cannot be fixed. I am the Angel of Life, I was at your birthing.” Spoke the one with shimmery white wings. “I am the Angel of Death, I am here for you Rosaline.” Death looked at my sister, she looked more relieved than scared. “These are the five Demons that are going to preform your final ritual tonight. Rosaline, you will move on with us to your next destination. Amethyst, you are to become something nobody, not even the Elders have seen in their time. A battle has taken place in our home relm and we will not be who we are any longer.” Spoke the Angel of Death. Both of them spoke softly, I didn’t really understand what was happening, it felt more like a dream then anything really. Rosaline held my hand, we had been in our shared bedroom; our parents fast asleep. Before the strangers came in, I had gone around lighting candles everywhere, something in the back of my head told me to. Now it made more sense, they showed up and were going to perform a ritual. The Demons in the room walked around picking up candles, setting them down in certain spots on the floor. Once they were done I realized they had made a pentagram. A Demon walked over to me and took my hand, I stood up letting go of Rosaline’s hand and walked with him. “Amethyst Moon, walk to the center of the pentagram and close your eyes. Do not open them.” The same Demon spoke. I looked over at Rosaline, she was pale and looked very weak. I turned and walked to the center and place my hands over my eyes so I wouldn’t open them. They all gathered around me, I felt arms around me and someone removed my hands from my face. I kept my eyes closed but I tried to imagine what was going on around me. Three Demons began chanting in a language I did not know, yet I still understood what they were talking about. I peeked my eyes open and looked up, the two angels were hovering above me and the five Demons were on the ground hand in hand. I looked over and saw the demon that waked me to the circle, he saw me and started to grin. Instantly I shut my eyes and waited for whatever happens next. Everything got really quiet and I felt something on my left arm. It was getting hotter and hotter so I began to scream and then cry. I felt tension in the room and everything was closing in. The same burning feeling started on my back, I fell to the floor and everything began to fade. I passed out and suddenly I couldn’t hear anything. Now, at age 17, all I can remember from that night was waking up next to my sister. Lifeless, cold and I had wings covering the two of us. My wings. Our parents came in the room to us, to me crying over my dead sister, holding her close. My parents were never the same, I was never the same. I attend Salem high school as an 11th grader, technically I didn’t have to even be in school but it is what everyone expects of a 17 year old “human” girl. Passing time is my reason, I feel I can’t do much in life anyways because what I really am and what I must do requires me to have to leave on the spot. That’s also the main reason I have a bad reputation at my school as well, I leave without giving an exact reason why. Do I really care? Nope. Why, by now you should be wondering about my living situation, correct? Where are my parents, where is my home, how do I get by? Anything of the sort? Well my parents left me of course! Who wants to be around a non-human person? They had to take it in at once, apparently they didn’t sign up to even be parents, but then they had s*x without protection and out popped my sister and me. Don’t get me wrong, life was amazing with them before. They loved us so much, but once Rosaline died and I became the Angel of Life and Death, they couldn’t handle it anymore. So they left, I woke up one morning to them packing and getting things into the car, they were going away for a while. They left me alone for a week before someone realized I was alone. Then I was taken into foster care; that was a nightmare. By ten I had been through three different homes, nobody liked me. They couldn’t handle my growing changes and me learning by myself how to control my gifts. Finally an old friend of mine took me under his wing, literally. Ethan was what I called him, he died last year; being my second client. According to him, my sister was my first. As I have said before, I am the Angel of Life and the Angel of Death. I give life to the new, then it take from the weak and old. I arrive typically moments before the birthing of a person and give life, or in “Miracle” occasions give life back. Then there is death. Again, arrive moments before and when it is time I have to take it. Whether it’s an accident scene, sickness, or old age, I have to be there. Now, I’m not the only one doing this, but I am special because I do have both gifts. Not to toot my own horn or anything, but it makes me feel good that I can do both. Others have just the one gift, or something different. In a way, we all are Angels, we have our destinies and gifts. Just some have a hard time seeing it that way. I’ll explain more soon, maybe. If not, I’ll probably have to come back here and explain. Anyways, as my prophecy goes and/or went, I am one like no other, I have my special duties. I would say more about said “prophecy” but I don’t even know what that is. Ethan couldn’t tell me either. Something I should mention is that Ethan wasn’t even his real name, that was his earthly name. Like all Angels we are given our own specific duties. We are born that way, the elders know but not even the ones giving birth would know. That is why they choose the earthly names. My name I go by here is Aimee Imperatore. But my real full name is Amethyst Moon, or just Amethyst Imperatore. I like it, but it’s hard to spell it out to people sometimes. But that is what the Elders wanted, or it’s in the books at least. More to come later on that. My duties are to complete the start of life for everyone and to fulfill their deaths when it is there time. Names are constantly added to my book, and once they appear on my arm it is their time. My book has everything in it, from the lives I have started and taken away. Even if I kill someone it appears, but I don’t really plan on killing anyone. I do have names on that list though. From people I once have loved, I had killed them; by accident. When a name appears on my Left wrist/arm that means my next client will be dying. When a name appears on my right wrist/arm, I will be giving a life or giving it back. There are many rules to having such gifts, I don’t know many but I do know the obvious. You can’t save anybody from dying, especially when it is their time. It would not only end badly for client, but the Angel would be punished as well. Now, giving life back, I guess it just depends on what the book says. It’s confusing I know, so many questions but its easier when you get to those kinds of situations. Giving a life back is like a miracle for humans. Just think of it like that for now. Another obvious rule, you can’t bring back someone from the dead; like a loved one. That would make them a zombie, and if you seen any zombie movie, it doesn’t go very well. Also once said situation is clear and taken care of, Angel will be punished. Nobodies got time for that. As for rules that’s not even close to being it, but as long as you don’t do anything to seriously stupid, there’s nothing to it. That’s a lie, there is a lot to it, but too much to explain and really right now it doesn’t matter. As of right now, I’m sitting in a physics class learning new math. Why math? I want to blow stuff up and see how long it takes to drop a bowling ball 50 feet from the ground and stuff. Or just watch mythbusters all class period. I would make an awesome teacher, students would love me! A burning sensation began on my left wrist, “Ouch” I murmured out loud. A couple people looked back at me as I glared back at them. I saw the name, Morgan Lue Hanson, I immediately got a drift of who she was. She was a fifty seven year old lady who ran her own sewing shop. I stood up and walked out of class, the teacher didn’t even bother asking where I was going. Once out of sight of people I whisped away. Whisping is pretty mush fading into thin air and moving to wherever the destination is. I think of the person and where my vison of her is and then within seconds I can appear there. During the whole fading process my wings would appear and once I arrive I have my robes on and look, well I look like an Angel I guess. Its nice because I don’t physically have to put anything on, I just have to make the effort to make my wings appear. I appeared at Morgans Sewing shop (that is the name of the place) and stood quietly. “Aye.” She mumbled, coughing. “Hello, Morgan.” I replied. “For being death you sure are beautiful.” She said. “Are you ready?” I asked. I opened my scrolls and words appeared under her name. Suicide, Galantamine. She took a whole bottle of her prescribed medicine at once, shes been suffering for about an hour now. “Soon dear, my letter must be complete.” She coughed, her hands shaking. “What is your name dear?” She asked. “Amethyst Moon.” I replied. “May I ask why suicide?” “I feel I am too darn young for dementia. I hate not being able to remember my own children, my grandchildren. I will not go to that awful old persons home, I am too young! My daughter in law understands, but my son, my own son. He is just a character.” She spoke. Her letter was finished, Morgan spun her chair around and stood up, looking at me. “Your wings, they are not what my dreams have shown. Amethyst, tell me, how is my dear husband? Will I see him?” Morgan asked, tears welling up in her eyes. “Morgan Lue, that is not for me to decide, it is up to your creator.” I held her as she collapsed. Car doors slammed shut outside the entrance, Morgan laid down and held her letter close to her. She began to smile as her office door opened, I spread my wings around her body and pulled her soul from the body it was kept in. I began to fade away as her family gathered around. They began crying and shaking her lifeless body, telling her to come back. I wasn’t worried about them seeing me, nobody ever really did. Sometimes I wondered if children could, or the ones that were very calm, but I have yet to find out. I guided Morgans soul where all souls were to go to be judged. She has been a good person all her life, but I know the creator does not take suicide lightly. Then again he knew everything she was going to do the day she was born. I watched her name disappear from my wrist, her fate would be in the scrolls by now. The creator worked fast.