DEATH BRINGER NOVEL

Preface

Where light met dark, she existed, as she always had. Long before time was created. Before there was ever anyone to realise that this was the beginning, she was there.

She was a being of love and power but she was alone, she had no one to show her gifts too. When her heart began to crack under the pressure of her loneliness and her eyes began to weep, she saw her power take shape.

Capable of breathing life into anything, God began to use her gifts. She had been foolish though, and not planned for the things that would come into existence. The first beings she created were flawed, twisted and wretched. Their hatred for each other and for her was completely unbearable but still, she couldn’t bring herself to destroy them. Instead she crafted a beautiful prison, something impossible to escape but comfortable enough for the beasts to live out their wicked days.

Keeping a watchful eye on that perfectly carved prison, she vowed that her next creations would be better. More like her.

For a long time God sculpted, pulling parts of herself and using them in her work, granting them gifts of love and compassion so that they might love her in return. Once she had created something that resembled her closely, she breathed life into them.

As she watched, these beings grew, they were perfectly imperfect. She cherished them and created a beautiful place for them to exist, letting them roam freely and love and reproduce on their own terms.

At the beginning, she rejoiced at each new life. She personally blessed every human born son and daughter.

But as the planet she had created for them quickly populated with the humans spreading love far and wide, she grew tired, unable to monitor all of her beloved children at once.

With great sadness, she created time. As time passed, her children’s bodies aged and died. For every light that blinked out her heart broke a little bit more. She became inconsolable, weighed down by the grief of an entire world as she watched them mourn each other.

It was then that she decided she needed to create more children. Children to supervise the humans she cherished, children that didn’t feel as deeply as she did. Children that could watch over the humans and protect them, but not suffer with each death.

She birthed her six sons fully grown. She gifted them with the abilities they would need to intervene for the humans and then she put them in charge of her precious planet.

While God was gone her boys ruled fairly, for the most part, but more discontent festered between them with every human day that passed.

Luke and Azriel, the first born, were particularly unhappy. They found the humans needy, whimpering children in need of babysitters, and they decided to take action. Their plan was simple, create a sickness and inflict it upon the humans. They would all perish and the earth would be a haven.

But God could hear her children’s screaming, she could feel their torment but could not ‘unmake’ the illness that plagued them. Instead she created the remedies they needed to heal themselves and planted them on earth.

She raged at the males that dared to harm those that she loved so dearly. Raged, but ultimately blamed herself. She had not granted them the same compassion she had given to the humans, she had not taught them the same understanding. She had been a bad parent to her boys.

She came up with punishments that fit their crimes and sent them on to their new homes.

Azriel was sentenced to earth, and that is where our tale begins.