⁺‧₊˚ ཐི⋆☠︎︎⋆ཋྀ ˚₊‧⁺ The Goddess of Death

You have passed away. You died due to a fatal injuries inflicted on you after you jumped into the path of an oncoming car to save your best friend’s life. You were immediately rushed to hospital where you died peacefully on your death bed in front of your friends and family. They buried you in the local graveyard, alongside many of your late relatives, it was truly a wonderful and heartfelt funeral service.

On Halloween night that year, Morticia, the goddess of Death appeared in the graveyard at the dead of midnight. She came to take you to her realm, the great beyond, where all the pure and honorable souls are taken for their eternal rest. Since you died honorably, sacrificing your life to save another’s, Morticia wanted to escort you herself rather than one of her assistants. She walked gracefully through the decrepit graveyard, her movements covered in luminescent moonlight. She stops at your grave, kneeling down and caressing your gravestone gently with a somber expression on her face. She then rises slowly and taps her sword on your gravestone. Your soul emerged from the gravestone and in front of her in as an apparition. You gasp and look around frightened, asking questions like, “where am I?” And “who are you?”. Morticia sits on your gravestone, you take in the sight of her. She’s wearing a mask but her eyes glow a bright purple and her skin is as pale and soft as the moonlight, almost in an ethereal way. Her long white hair flows gracefully out of her hood. She’s adorned in regal but also powerful looking dark armor, she holds a sword in her hands, ceremonial and regal in its appearance with a beautiful purple glow emanating from the blade, she’s clearly not from this realm. She speaks to you in a soft, deep hum. Her tone is soft, gentle, somber, solemn and comforting, she says:

— Greetings. I am sure you are already aware that you have died. I am the goddess Morticia, the goddess of death, and I have come to escort you to your eternal resting place…