Splinters thick as fingers dug into tiny palms as the obsidian oar cut water like knife through skin. Ripples poured about the fractured bone where I stood within an abyssal socket, breaking the murky glass surface reflecting the ashen gloom above. Night approached quickly, yet no sun faded into the dismal horizon ahead. The sky remained sombre. Death seemed to beckon across the solemn expanse. Only it was his scythe between my hands reaping waters to propel me forward.
Death was dead. I was the victor.
Weak arms continued to heave, pain a welcome guest keeping sanity afloat. Failing legs trembled yet remained upright below the frock that had once ruffled about my ankles, now frayed strips caked in mud and dried blood. A princess no more.
Liberated from sin's shackles.
Emancipated from righteousness.
I had become what I feared most. I had become death.
This month's Patreon is dedicated to Lady Death, or as I have to call her - due to copyright (and confusion) with a comic book character of the same name - Dominae Mortem.
Who is she? What is she? Where is she going? Where does she come from? How did she defeat death?
Journey with me this December, to find out.