"between life and death"- 6

recap- the demi-god of death in training (Yun) must find his wife's body to make sure he can help her come back to life, before someone else does anything else. The evil demi-goddess of death, Daphana will do what she can to stop Yun's wife from coming back, and the demi-god of Life may never come. The odds are against Yun, but he is destined to do great things. That's what destiny has planned for him, but he has been wrong before.

Yun could do nothing but run at that point, and run he did. He was half the world away from his wife, and he needed to be by her side right away. He pushed as hard as he could, and although, in his demi-mortal state, he couldn't get tired, he could not get the kind of speed by running that he needed to get to his destination. Nothing came to his mind as he searched it trying to figure out how Death had simply traveled so far in seconds.
"What are you trying to do?" Another ghostly demi-god appeared and gripped his hand around Yun's face.
"Let me go! I need to save my wife!" Yun shouted, and was shoved to the ground by the large man.
"Where?" The large man said and let go of Yun's face to reveal his appearance. The man was not only large in build, but in muscle and weight. He was disgustingly shirtless, and had a necklace of smal skulls draping over his naturally armored chest. He was at least six and a half feet tall, with a head of black hair that looked like it was trying to fly off his scalp. Other than that he had only a long piece of cloth tied around his waist with a rope. Yun felt pain for the first time since he had left his mortal existance, when he had the man's hand on his face, being gripped with a bone crushing force. Yun studied the man with intensity, not remembering to answer. To Yun, the man looked like an alien. Yun's race was far smaller, just over five feet, long straight black hair, and bodies that were much smaller than this other man's, and Yun was a prime medium example of the race. "Where do you need to go?" The man asked, his articulate voice calming to Yun's concern.
"The other side of the world." Yun said, and took the man's open hand, getting effortlessly lifted up by it.
"I know that... I remember you from your life. I watched over you a lot on your youth. I am the demi-god of resiliance, servent of the perserver. I was commanded to hold off both life and death for quite a long time. You might even remember me, with how close to death you got so many times." Resiliance said.
"Please, take me to my wife." Yun said, ever preoccupied with his need to ensure the revival of his wife.
"Very well." Resiliance said, and put his hand on Yun's shoulder, and they started to move fast, but not as fast as Death could move him. "Why are you a demi-god now? The perserver must have seen your potential and needed you to complete the will of the perserver." He said with a confident slouch, directing his eyes into Yun's.
"Yes! That's it... I just lost my way... my teacher let go of me when we were going somewhere." Yun lied, wisely sensing Resiliance's enmity toward servents of the creator or destroyer.
"Again, where?" His tone of delicate intelligence bleeding out of his mouth as he looked in the direction they were moving.
"I don't know, he said he'd surprise me. I want to make sure my wife will survive. I made a deal with my teacher- who neglected to name himself -that he could... perserve my wife's life if I became his apprentice.
"Ah." Yun could hear a ghost of doubt in Resiliance's voice. "Usually Life or Death would hold that kind of bargin. Us perservers are in great enough numbers as it is these days." Here we are, a body about to give up, passing into death, am I correct?"
"YES!" Yun said, and rushed into the mourge hut, a tiny burn appearing on his shoulder... he had lied to Resiliance. Yun noticed another leech on his wife's sould, and ripped it off, and tore it in half, leaving it to evaporate in the air.
"Perfect trap." Dalphana wrapped her arm around Yun's neck and pressed her body to his. "Blind devotion makes one entirely predictable. I will enjoy destroying you." Her last words being wispered into his ear. Yun wipped his head around, to see why Resiliance wouldn't interfere.
"Curse these seals!" He shouted from far away, his body being totally pushed away by the seals.
"Ah, didn't notice him right away... he's such a big man too... I'd love to take him away, forever." Dalphana said and released Yun. The evil woman rushed out to fight Resilance, leaving Yun alone to be with his wife.
"Please, I need the presence of Life!" Yun prayed, and like the world revolved around him, Life suddenly appeared, coming down through the cieling.
"The power to call any demi-god to action... Yun-death, the foretold commander of us all." Resiliance said, his hand clamped over Dalphana's deathly face, and simply held her there.
"I knew he was lying, especially with the name Yun. The vision's last sight was fulfilled quickly." He said.
"You think? Vision is mine, I reported that sight. I just need to do one thing, capture Destiny and make him change his mind, and Yun-death will have no power over me. Now he's the only death that can destroy me, and he's not even trained yet." Dalphana said, and heard Resiliance laugh.
"Go ahead, laugh, but with destiny under my control, I will become the goddess of chaos, Dalphana almighty." She finnished.
"You're just another dissenter, who will fade away with time." Resiliance said, and crushed Dalphana's head, causing her to disappear, killed, but not destroyed.

The revival of Death's wife, in part 7.

"between life and death"- 5

recap- death made a deal with a man named Yun, Yun becomes a demi-god of death, abandoning his mortal life, in exchange for his wife's revival from death. After defeating the evil demi-goddess, Dalphana, Yun and Death await the demi-god Life, who may or may not fulfil the task of reviving Yun's wife.

Death and Yun, tired of talking to one another, stood in their ghostly forms near Yun's wife's body, whose soul was glowing brighter as time went on. Death explained that as her soul brightened, her soul was closer to permanently leaving her body, a point where it would take the power of the Creator to ressurect her. Yun was impatient, Death was waiting, and Life was nowhere to be found. The sun started to rise and seep thorugh the seperations of the bamboo walls of the mourge hut.
"Well, shoot." Death said, looking at his leg, disappearing in the sunlight. "Wow, I am off guard lately. We need to leave, Yun." Death hovered over, and despite Yun's pleads of his wife's company, Death pulled him by the arm, and they started to move extremely fast. They phased thorugh everything in their path for thousands of miles.
"Where are we?" Yun asked, mystified by the surrounding darkness and plains of wheat.
"The exact opposite side of the world where your wife lays right now, give or take a few miles." Death said.
"Why did we leave? I want to be there when Life comes to her."
"It's when she comes to life. Demi-god or not, Life is as much a state of being as it was when you were alive, just like we are a state of being."
"We aren't a state of... not being?"
"That would be Chaos' job. Chaos makes things cease, we just move them from life to death." Death said.
"So, why are we here?" Yun pleaded.
"Dawn and twilight are the two times of day that the space between life and death is the smallest. People die more often during these times than others, the gap is easier to travel. Her soul was going to start to be attracted to us, and she might have jumped into death faster than she should have. It takes three days for a soul to be fully prepared to survive the world of death, otherwise... Chaos does his job. All we can do is hope that Dalphana doesn't re-form, especially near your wife." Death explained.
"She could... remove her?" Yun asked, with desperate concern.
"Easily. You wife is already two days into her three days of preparation. I do have an idea though, It would be a bit of lateral thinking, but although you are death, you don't have a scythe yet, or the knowlege of the way to death. Your wife's soul might cling more to Yun than Yun-death. If she is reminded of something in life, she will be more anchored to her body, and resistant to Dalphana."
"You're going to send me to her? That would be awesome!" Yun said. "But what if Dalphana shows up?"
"She could destory you and either draw out, or absorb your wife's soul into her power. At this point, I am bound to do all I can to ensure your wife's revival. I have no choice but to send you there, or I will lose you as an apprentice." Death said, and waved his hand in a dismissing manner.
"But, you might lose me either way!" Yun said.
"I think that dalphana has that prophet I told you about. If I have assumed correctly, you might be able to destroy her, or at least kill her for the time being, without even having a weapon." Death said, and started to float away. "I have other buisness to attend to. active battleground less than a mile from here."
"How do I get to my wife?" Yun shouted, but could only watch as Death disappeared in the darkness.

Yun must find his way to his wife's location before it's too late in part 6.

"between life and death"- 4

recap- A demi-god named death is helping to bring a man's wife back to life, in exchange for him to become a demi-god and abandon his former life as a mortal. the villainous Dalphana had just been defeated by Death. Dalphana is a demi-god of death that rebelled from the God of destruction and tried to steal Yun's (the man's) wife's soul.

"So, what happens now? When is my wife going to return to life?" Yun-death asked.
"You truely are dedicated to her, aren't you? I thought at first you'd wonder about your passing out, or about Dalphana's appearance, but no, your only thought is your wife. You should have been recruited by the demi-god dedication, not death. It's not good, really, you became death to bring life, and contradiction in itself, made greater since you are so dedicated, missing the life you could have with her. Death is the opposite of attachment, if you haven't realized it, Yun." Death said.
"Don't lecture me. I need her alive, but it does concern me why Dalphana decided to put her hand in the situation, if she is all kinds of evil as it seems..." Yun-death said.
"I don't know, the soul leeches were normal, her soul had been left unattended for a long time, but Dalphana's personal appearance? That is unusual, her coming to see thorugh a job she entrusted in a mortal." He paused as he gazed up into the cieling, expecting some rapture, it seemed. "She had convinced a mortal that she was the true death, and that we were what she threatens to be. She knew we were coming... and made a big deal of a normal woman's soul." Death stirred the thoughts in his head.
"Hey, she's MY wife." Yun-death shoved his voice out.
"She's as much married to me as she is to you now. You are not only dead, but death." Death paused and his jaw dropped a bit. "She doesn't want you to be death! If I can't keep my end of our deal, you return to mortality. Dalphana knows this, and she is exploiting it. It isn't your wife's soul she wants, it's yours." Death's eyes retreated into his face in deep thought.
"Dalphana has found a way to contact vision!" Death said.
"Vision?" Yun asked, trying to search for whatever it was Death was looking for before.
"The demi-god of prophecy."Death logged the response away to continue, his hand suspended in the air, as if about to grasp the end of his train of thought. "Maybe Vision has joined Dalphana, but one way or another, Dalphana has some way to get prophicies, one that must concern a conflict between you and her. Maybe it is you that can destroy her."
"I thought you just did... Dalphana is still alive?" Yun asked.
"She has been dead for years Yun. It is difficult for a demi-god to destroy another demi-god, and between me and her, I can't exactly do much to her. It's really complicated, but the physical world just doesn't seem to like us trying to kill one another, it doesn't work. I could easily destory her if it weren't for that, but no other demi-god can even equal her power. Oh! maybe, you and her share the ability to absorb the power of a soul with yourself. That would make you able to get as strong as her, and stronger. Let's research it, but later. Life should be coming soon." Death said and returned to looking at the cieling, and with such intensity, it seemed he could lift the roof up.
"So... what is going to happen if life doesn't show up?" Yun asked, gettting a bit bored.
"She won't come back to life, but you will remain a demi-god of death. I can only fail my end of the deal by neglecting to do something I need to in order to bring her back. I have done no such thing, but Life's responsibility I cannot be accounted for." Death said, slightly angering Yun.
"I want to know how much of a chance she has."
"Which 'she'? Your wife or Life?"
"Well... my wife."
"Pretty good, perhaps Life is busy. Just wait."
"I didn't become a demi-god to become patience." Yun quipped.
"Patience is not a demi-god..." Death chuckled.

part 5 cometh in good time.

"between life and death" -3

recap- Morris, (herein called Death) a demi-god has just recruited a man named Yun (called Yun-death after becoming a demi-god) to become another demi-god with the power of death. Morris keeps his deal with Yun, bring Yun's wife back to life in exchange for Yun to become Yun-death, a demi-god, seperating him from his normal mortal life forever. On the way to reviving Yun-death's wife, they encounter a Morge worker, who is convinced they are going to do evil things with her soul.
and now the conclusion.

"Yun, he has no power over you, or, at least, not us both. Knock him out." Death said.
"How? We just went through a door, how is he going to be any different?" Yun asked desperatly, eager to bring his wife back to life.
"He has a soul." Death said, and started to float backwards. Sure enough, as soon as Yun approached the mourge worker, his will could not hold them both back. Yun punched the man in the head, and although his hand phased through his head like water, the man fell to the ground a second later.
"How's that?" Yun-death asked. "Did I hit his soul?"
"More or less." Death said and looked to the body in the pine box. In response to seeing this, a scythe faded into sight in his hand. "Leeches." He said and slashed his scythe just above the woman's body. Yun-death watched as blurry black blotches flew from the strike, revealing a light floating above his wife's abdomin.
"Leeches? Look! they're coming back! kill them!" He urged Death.
"I'm death, not murder, and besides, they don't exactly do buisness with us. They don't stay dead." Death said and looked around somewhat franticly, especially upward.
"Well... do it! bring her back!" Yun-death was eager to see his wife rise again.
"I did. Her soul is bound strong enough to her body that, provided life comes soon, she should rise without any more help." Death's scythe vanished, seeing the leeches from before crawling away.
"Is Life a demi-god too? And murder?" Yun-death asked, feeling entirely foreign.
"Now you are catching on." Death smiled and looked up directly above Yun-death's wife's body.

"You won't take her innocent soul, you-" The mourge worker said and shouted his last word while swinging a clay jar of water at Yun, who was closer to him than Death. In only seconds, Yun felt himself passing out, and fell to the ground, wet from the water. The worker tried to do the same to Death, but the jar had emptied with only one splash.
"Don't make me hit you." Death said simply, an intimidating look on his face. With that remark, the mourge worker ran out and disappeared into the night. "How did I know you would be here? It probably had to do with the fact that a mortal had somehow known about you, and was convinced of a perverted truth." Death's scythe reappeared, and he tossed it through the bamboo wall of the hut. "Come out Dalphana, It is obvious this soul is of some great consequence to you." Death said, his gaze now diverted from above.

"isn't that strange... the leader of the demi-gods of death, and you recruit a weak mortal to be your body sheild? Too bad he already fell. It would be interesting to see what you would do with him. Here's your scythe, by the way." she said, and Death's scythe flung through the wall again, to be caught effortlessly.
"You have tried to kill me before, don't try again. It doesn't look like you got much stronger either." Death said.
"I learned how to destroy you this time." Dalphana said, phasing through the door, burns appearing on her skin, shown quite weathily.
"You even abandoned your robe that the destroyer gave you... and you dress like a skank. You are death, not lust." Death said.
"Was death. I am Dalphana again, the goddess of the end."
"How long did it take you to come up with that name?" Death said in a joking tone. "Goddess isn't even remotely accurate, you couldn't even destroy me before." Death said, in a sober mindset, that aligned with the rest of his being, his appearance, mood, and stance.
"You want to play I see." She said seductively. "I enjoy... the fight."
"Funny, I remember things differently. I remember almost totally ending your existance when you tried to kill me, and you were not happy." Death was unphased by her in every way. They stared into one another's eyes for a few seconds, and then suddenly, Death leaped like an explosion off the ground and slashed his scythe through the air. Dalphana barely dodged the attack, her arm getting cut in the end. She cried out in pain, and fell to the ground.
"You wouldn't... try to attack a woman would you?" She said, innocently.
"No... I wouldn't try." Death said, and stabbed his scythe into her stomach, and her ghostly form faded away. "I don't do well around women." Death said, seeing that Yun had awoken a few seconds before Dalphana disappeared. "When I was a mortal, I didn't have the best of experiences with them. Don't get me wrong, I respect the heck out of 'em, but I never got close to any of them. That's how I became a demi-god." Death said, and stood where he was, his eyes again locked onto the ceiling above Yun's wife.

More to come in part 4.

"between life and death"- 2

part 2 of the between life and death series

- recap, we follow a "demi-god" who calls himself "Death" while he goes to close a deal with a mortal. The unnamed man joins Death in a contract to bring his wife back to life. The cost? The unnamed man becomes a "demi-god" himself, never to return to his normal life.

Death and the unnamed man run from the graveyard over to a small bamboo hut which housed his the man's wife's body, being prepared for burial. Lanterns hung around the edges of the roof of the building, with papers dangling from them, marked with "spells" meant to repel evil spirits. The man watched death as they went through the door of the hut, unnoticed, being invisible. The man noticed that the spells his people believed would prevent either of them from entering had not impeded their progress.
"Exactly as I thought." The man said. "These religious freaks are wrong. The powers they believe their gods have are not true."
"You are a demi-god. Doesn't that prove it to you enough? Doesn't seeing me prove that? passing through solid matter?" Death said, putting his hand up to a veil placed before the slab where the man's wife's body lay.
"well..." He said, feeling stupid, especially seeing burn marks on Death's arms.
"Those seals are pathetic, but not ineffective." Death said, not showing pain. "If your wife has any soul leeches, that will be a different story though." Death lifted the veil open, and they saw a man, a sort of mourge worker, preparing her body inside a wood coffin.
"I can't let you take her yet, you know that." The worker said, surprising the man with Death.
"Can he see you?" He asked.
"He can see you too." Death said.
"If you work with the dead and around death long enough, and are accepting of what your eyes want to see, you can see demi-gods." The worker said, and stood up defensively in front of the body.
"I don't actually want to take her. I am Death-Morris, a loyal servent of the destroyer." Death said.
"Good. what's his name? Is he the one I hear I should be worried about?" The worker said.
"He's... not revealed his name to me, but the one you should be worried about would be Dalphana. She serves no one. I am here to bring that body back to life, seeing as hardly a day since her death has passed." Death said.
"I'm Yun." The formerly unnamed man said, directing his words to both of the men. "You told me your name was death though, what is going on Morris?"
"Morris is to me like Yun is to you. Death however, is to both of us. Dalphana was Death too, but she rebelled and wants to take souls for herself. She is called Dalphana out of shame for this. She gets stronger with each soul she takes. We must at this point, either prepare your wife's body for life to restore her, or we must wait until two more days and carry her soul to the perserver. Job priority number one." Death said.
"Are you... training him?" The worker asked.
"Closing a deal, another demi-god in servitude of the destroyer in order to restore life to a dead beloved. Not all that rare, but also not always sucessful." Death said.
"What?!?" Yun-death shouted.
"It was in the contract, I can promise nothing, especially if Dalphana shows up." Death said.
"Lets get it over with then." Yun-death said with a rushed tone.
"Step aside, we have a job to do." Death said to the worker, who did not yeild. "I need to do this."
"No. I won't fall for tricks. The seals burned you, they only affect those with evil intent." The worker said.
"I want my wife to live! Just phase through him! Do it now!" Yun-death shouted.
"If there is one universal constant, it is will. I cannot kill him unless he is marked by the destroyer. This isn't a won't it's a CAN'T." Death looked absolutely frozen. "He has a strong will." He stopped talking to Yun-death, and directed his eyes to the worker. "I can't decieve you, not as a servent of the destroyer. I got those burns because I was recruited by Dalphana! I have changed to the truth. Believe me. I have to keep up my end of a deal, mortal!" Death began to plead.

stay toooooooned for part 3. I don't want to make any one of these too long.

"Between life and death"- 1

And now, the blogger series begins.

"My name? That's not important." A seated man said. He was talking to someone who preferred to stand. "Won't you sit?"
"I don't feel like it. Just tell me what I have to do." The standing man said, seeking only information.
"It's pretty simple. Just be like me, take on my job, but you know, it's not like I'm leaving it all to you." The man said, leaning forward, in the style of conducting an interview, under quite impromptu surroundings. Their current environment happened to be one that smelled of fresh soil, and had stones protruding out of the ground. "I can't exactly retire from this position you know. Neither will you, and once you accept it, you will be bound. That's the price of your desire." The man's heavy black catholic-priest like robes ruffled as he leaned back into the backing of his dirty seat, a pile of upturned earth.
"I am willing to be doomed to restlessness then, I just want her to live." The standing man spoke and started to sound overcome with emotion.
"Being a demi-god isn't all it may sound like. I would encourage you not to sign the paper until I tell you your new job, and it's history." The robed man said, sticking his hand between a contract and the standing man's quill pen. "Besides, it's custom." He said with a dismissing smile.
"Demi-god, they call it?" The standing man asked, and dropped his quill, ready to listen.
"It's better than what they could call us."
"How many of you are there?"
"Tons, been around for all time really. It's an enduring job to say the least, especially as time goes on. How well versed are you in the dominant religion of this area?"
"No one isn't, but I wasn't exactly raised in a religious background. I think I know enough." The man started to warm up to the situation and become less rigid in persona.
"Three Gods, or at least, three important ones. The Creator, the Perserver and the Destroyer. They all work together to watch over us, and provide for us. They have people below them, not immortals, but rather involnerables. Us Demi-gods can't be killed, but we can be... destroyed. A man's avarice is not enough to kill us, but breaking rules to which we are bound, and loopholes in the laws can destroy us. Lets see, demi-gods... muse, death, determination, birth, miracles, devotion, love... there are a lot of us."
"Are those names?"
"More or less." Attempting to avoid another question about his name, the sitting man continued quickly. "There are lead Demi-gods, and lower ones, you would serve with me, and learn, not as a partner, or a replacement, but rather an ally. Some of us are not so responsible as we should be."
"What is your job?" The man standing said and looked more interested now.
"I told you I could help your wife come back to life, right? That pretty much explains it." The other man made a slight uttering of a question, but the seated man continued. "I can use my tool to work around the rules, you'd have to watch to understand. The point is, I'm going to stop her from dying, since three days have not passed since her departing." He worked his way around the last word. He leaned up from the soil seat he had taken for himself, and lifted up the quill, handing it to the other man.
"I can't read." He said as he looked at the contract, slightly apprehensive now.
"And I can't ensure she can come back if you don't sign there. In fact, I guarantee that I have an appointment to make, and I won't care to bring her back otherwise."
The man holding the quill looked into the hole in the ground that was recently dug to house his wife's body, then looked to the man on the soil that would fill the hole later.
"Fine then." He signed the paper, writing what he believed to be his name, from his limited understanding of writing and reading. He stood, feeling different, and his body relaxing, relief flowing through him. "I want to know what your name is, after all, you are my boss now."
"More like teacher, but I guess I don't mind now that the contract is fulfilled." He looked to the paper and it disappeared before their eyes. He extened his hand and when they shook, he said,
"My name is DEATH."

facebook series writing taking over my life...

sorry, it looks like my other online book series is going to absorb too much of me for the time being.
Not to worry, the gears are turning on this series though.
Quick update- story revolves around the events and occupations associated with death. got you interested?