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I was still in shock, I wasn’t moving. With Nyxra dead I didn’t want to live. To stand up or to fight would take more than I currently had in me. I never realized how much she meant to me until that moment. To realize I would never see her smile again broke me. I waited for my death.
I just sat there and watched him. I felt like I wasn’t really even in my own body. It felt like I was still observing from outside my body. Like I was watching a horrible play that had nothing to do with me, but was still sad.
“There is only one way my daughter can live and I can be with my wife.” Chaz looked down and examined my gun.
It was difficult to tilt my own head, like I was surrounded by water. My movements were slow and sluggish.
“Take care of my daughter for me.” He placed the gun in his mouth and pulled the trigger. His brains splattered out the back of his own head.
The remaining power of death inside of Chaz flowed into me. With the power from his body now in mine I had all the power of death. I was now officially the grim reaper. I now possessed the mantle of the God of Death.
Now that I was officially death, more power flowed into me. The universe began to acknowledge my mantle of power and began to recreate my body. What I became was no longer human nor witch. The energy of the universe flowed inside me and changed me. No longer mortal, I was a god.
With what little of my mind was left at that moment, I looked at Nyxra’s body. “Come back. Please come back. I miss you so much. I need you.”
As the official God of Death, I had given up my past life, the life of a mortal. By the laws of the universe there must be balance and in doing so I was allowed to bring one person back to life. Though I wasn’t thinking straight, the power inside me knew what I wanted and Nyxra’s body began to rise as it started to breathe on its own. Her flesh grew warm. Her soul returned to her body.
She was back. She was still unconscious, but clearly alive. As I looked at her I could feel the pieces of myself pulling back together and I smiled. Before this I had never realized how much she meant to me. I would never take her for granted again.
Chapter 24
I just sat there. The new death, one of the most powerful beings to exist, and I just sat there in a puddle of Chaz’s blood. He had made the ultimate sacrifice for his daughter.
He wasn’t such a bad guy really. He had just wanted to bring back his wife. Who hasn’t missed a loved one? I remembered my friend the reaper who was also now dead. Someone wonderful had left this world and because of it the world suddenly felt smaller.
“Even death must die.”
I wanted to hate Chaz. It was his fault the reaper, my friend, was dead. I wanted to hate him, but I couldn’t. Which made me hate myself a little. He wasn’t truly a bad guy, but he was blinded by the pain of his loss, because of his love. All the witches that had helped Chaz in the ritual were now dead. I was unable to feel sad about that.
I wasn’t sure what to do next. Everything was hazy. I just sat there. I’m not sure how long I sat there. Time had little meaning to me at that moment. The entire experience had been too much for me emotionally. I had watched two people that I loved very much die in front of my very eyes. One had come back to life and one never would.
I picked Nyxra up and laid her across my lap. I stroked her hair gently. Poor girl. Her mother and father were now both dead. She had lost all of her family.
Time began to blur again. It could have been minutes or even days, it would have all been the same for me. One moment was the same as the next moment and not a single moment was important. The blood around me had dried, and I wasn’t sure when that had happened. I was having problems focusing. I was lost in my own thoughts until something wet on my hand brought me back. I looked down and an unnaturally tiny dog with brown eyebrows was licking my hand.
It was Crowley, my familiar. I couldn’t help myself, I smiled down at my crazy and way too energetic dog. He continued to lick my hand before doing three quick laps around me and constantly yipping.
A short time later two figures materialized out of the air. As Nyxra was still not awake, I gently moved her off of my lap and leaned my body slightly to protectively cover her.
“Planet Earth, I give you the gift of myself, Cupid the God of Love!” said a man dressed entirely in pink. Even his hair was pink. He was clearly an idiot.
“Is that a refundable gift? Please tell me you at least included a receipt with it,” said a man wearing a beautiful white robe beside him.
My little protector Crowley stood between us and barked viciously at the two strangers. Despite his size, he was ready to take on the world for his beloved master.
"Bahahahaha!" laughed the God of Love. "Your familiar is a…. Tiny little…. Rat dog! Bhahahaha!"
Crowley knew when he was being insulted. He let out a vicious growl, which only caused the God of Love to laugh even harder.
“Move it munchkin,” he said between laughs. The man