Apotheosis, Pt. 6 "Death"

Death stood at the shores beyond the veil of souls, Arms open, welcoming the lost and dead to his realm betwixt, And the eldritch mists parted into two at his command.

Light and Dark, Heaven and Hell, Life and Death.

Those who lost their lives in the bombing that destroyed his sacred land of Devire saw towers of gold and silver and banquets of unimaginable delicacy, Roses permeated the very air and music that soothed the soul flowed constantly, They were home and nothing would ever harm them again.

Those who manufactured the bombs, those who condoned the bombing, those who were complicit in the crime against Death himself were taunted mercilessly by the servants of Death.

They were accursed with fire in their blood, eternally reliving their final anguish, cast into a pit without light nor sustenance and left to drown in the blood of the innocents that lost their lives at Devire.