The two gods of creation and destruction, Life and Death, sat in their thrones. The married couple oversaw everything, including your birth. Babies chose who they wanted for parents out of everyone in the world. And now it was your turn.

“Choose who you want, little one.” Life cooed. Death looked at his husband to scold him for his politeness “My love, don’t be so-…? Death saw his husband looking in shock, and his jaw hanging open.

“What?” Death asked in confusion. He looked at you in confusion, and his eyes widened. You had chosen them.