Origins

He gazed down at his daughter, he could still feel her life on his hands. Three figures appeared.

The one in the middle spoke first. “I am Murder.” Murder had short fiery red hair, with solid black eyes, it looked to be female the other two looked male.

“I am Fury,” the left said. Fury had long black hair and red snake-like eyes.

“I am Fear.” Said the Right. Fear had blue hair, with white human-like eyes.

“Are you demons?” The man asked calmly.

“Demons?” The one called Murder said. “No, demons are a human’s conception. We are much worse.”

“Why are you here?” The figures before him didn't frighten him

“Innocent blood calls to us.” Murder said. “Like a moth to a flame.” She moved closer to the red liquid. she put her hand on the precious life. “Who are we to resist such a temptation?” Murder lifted her hand and licked off the blood. Her ebony eyes landed on the man, she then turned to the other two. “What say you, Fury?”

His eyes narrowed. “He is unworthy,” he said in a hissing voice.

“Fear?” Murder asked.

“There is no other like him,” Fear said in a timid voice.

Murder nodded. “I agree, there is no other, but would he survive?”

Fear nodded, while Fury disagreed. “He is too weak.”

“Then we would lose nothing,” she murmured. “If he agrees of course.” She turned to the man. “What say you? Will you come with us? Become one of us?”

The man looked at her, not truly understanding what she meant. But in spite of it all, the man said, “yes.”

She grabbed his arm and faded away.

Murder and the man appeared in a room. “Where are we?” He asked.

“We call this place Nirvana.” Murder said.

“Nirvana? As in peace and Happiness?” The man asked.

“Humans.” She sighed. “Always backwards, so twisted. Nirvana is of war and sadness. It was through war that we took this place from the winged ones.”

“The winged ones?” He asked.

“Yes, the ones who had never felt hatred, sadness, or pain. In some way, the humans had it right once. This was once a place of peace and happiness, but not anymore. We attacked them, they took a large blow, -they didn't believe in fighting- though we had been hit hard too, but we prevailed. As will all pain, in the end.

“But we did gain something from the... Angels, as your humans call them.” A bloody pair of white feathered wings ripped from her back.

“You took their wings?” He asked.

“As well as their looks.” Murder answered. “Modified of course.”

She turned towards the door. “Come, I have much to show you.” He followed her out the door.

He wished he hadn't. Beyond the room were many other rooms, some he could smell a foul odor from. Others, the door was wide open. “That,” she motioned to the one who was cutting himself, over and over, unable to die. “Is Despair. He has tried over a thousand ways to kill himself. He sees everything that has to do with despair. When he was human, he took his own life.”

“He was human?” The man inquired.

“Of course, we all were once upon a time,” she said. “I killed many, and ended up getting killed myself, thus my name is Murder now.”

“How big is this place?” He asked, looking at the impossibly long hallway.

“As big as the abyss itself. It will go on forever.” She went over to a closed door and opened it, inside was darkness. “You may have guessed it, Dark lives here. Dark usually stays to herself, she doesn’t like to be interrupted.”

“One would think you would have listened to that by now Murder,” came a calm -but angry- voice from the room. “I thought I told you to leave me alone.”

“We have a new one joining us Dark.” Murder said, ignoring the blatant anger.

A woman stepped out, her hair and eyes were black. Her body seemed to glow with darkness. “I do not care,” Her soulless eyes landed on the man. “He’s pathetic.”

“He killed his only child,” she said.

Dark’s eyes found him again. “Did he?” Her eyes trailed down to his hands, he was unconsciously rubbing them together. “You can still feel it, can’t you? The blood of your child on your hands.” She circled around the man, looking at him like he was on display. “What shall be his name?”

“Death,” Murder said.

“Death,” Dark repeated blandly. “There has not been a new one for over a decade. Are you sure?”

“Of course,” she said.

“Welcome to Nirvana, Death,” she greeted, before going back to her darkened room.

The man, that was now called Death, -who had white hair and light blue eyes- was placed in his own room that was filled with dead bodies. He saw himself killing his daughter over and over again, along with everyone else who was dieing. He would see death until he accepted it, When he did, he would become death itself. Until then...

This was his hell.

The End