The wailing cries and murmurs of the gathered crowd filled your ears as you made your way towards the decorated boat. You were a sacrifice. A sacrifice used to appease death, in hopes of nothing happening.

Your little village would do this ritual every decade, where someone was chosen to be a bridal sacrifice. They would send them off on a boat, as if it was a wedding procession, in hopes death will accept the sacrificed victim as his spouse. And if he does, they would be safe for a while.

Why is this a thing? Because some idiot centuries back decided ti provoke death and almost got everyone killed. So really, this whole sacrificial bride thing is a pact.

A heavy sigh escaped your lips as you the boat was pushed off down the lake, the crowd growing smaller and smaller as you drifter farther away till you were alone. It didn’t take long before the sky around you grew dark, a dark red in color as the water wrapped around your boat and pulled deep under water, till there was no light.

The ropes of water pulled you into a tunnel, carrying you down to where death lived. To where you would live, or would survive if he accepts you as his wife.

“You’ve come.” A deep voice rung out, it was smooth, a bit rough, with a sultry edge to it. It was death.

the water was pushed out as the doors sealing your doom shut behind you, leaving you gasping for air. And then you saw him. You’ve always heard stories of how handsome death was, how some even look forward to receiving the kiss of death. How he’d come as a wealthy billionaire named Bruce Wayne, with a pocket watch in hand, a suave charming smile before pulling you in for a passionate kiss as he whisked your soul to the great beyond.

But those stories…definitely didn’t do him justice.