Lady Black and the mysterious creature of the night

I cannot remember what year I was born, where I was born or from whom I was born. All I can say is life has not been easy for me. My earliest memory dates back to my first meeting with the grim reaper in a dark, empty room. All I could feel was myself aching in the stings of wounds I couldn’t see in the dark and all I could hear was my exhausted pent-up breath. Suddenly, a light peaked in like a door was opening. My body hurt even more now as I started sitting up. My eyes sore and stubborn, struggled opening up to see the shadow of the figure walking in. I could see the confidence and the fierceness as it walked towards me, like a tall, fit woman. She bent down to me, and surely, she was looking at me in that darkness with her back facing the light she had just come in from. “You’re awake.” She said in her bold yet calm voice, “Oh, I have been waiting for you.” Was I terrified? Yes, I was terrified. I was in a dark foreign space; my body was badly injured and at the mercy of some scary woman I had no memory of. But I wasn’t about to show her that I was terrified. I remained calm. “I have never seen anything like you. What are you?” she asked me while her long sharp nails pierced under my chin. Suddenly, she got up and started walking circles around me. Slowly and elegantly. “Do you know where you are? Do you know why you’re here?” She paused behind me, “Do you know who I am?” I dared not say a word. “Baby, this is the part where you beg for mercy. The heinous crimes you have committed are indeed unpardonable.” I had no idea what she was talking about. She went around and stood in front of me again. “I told you time and time again to die, but no, you went on and you slaughtered every one of my messengers instead. Oh, but I got you now.” She started caressing my cheek almost with care and so much adoration. “I don’t know if you should consider yourself lucky or not, you get to be claimed by me,” she said that last part with a sudden yank at my throat. Gradually, she tightened the grip and I could feel my soul slowly vanishing. “Die! Die, you little wench!” I could tell she was struggling. I was not easy to kill. I am not easy to kill. At that moment all I could do was savour the pain. The very moment she dug her claws into my throat, my body locked out of my control, I could not do anything for myself. What was happening? She was by far the strongest opponent I had ever faced, that’s for sure. Suddenly, candles in hollow around the two of us went on one by one. I thought I would finally get to see her face but she quickly let go off me and turned away. She held onto her head like she was having some series of splitting headache. “What are you doing?!” in a sharp angry whisper not meant for my ears, but I heard it. “You know, she cannot die,” said a gentle yet strong man kneeling next to my body which lay flat motionless on the soil. I existed in two places at the same time! One place, it was my wounded soul in some dark space and on the other, I was in flesh and blood on the battle-field. I was the sole survivor after the war had been won. It was approaching evening, and around me were a lot of dead bodies. I must have killed them all. Unlike the grim reaper, this man clothed in a dazzling white gown, and encircled by a strong purple aura with some green sizzling. He was the Angel of Mercy. “She is alive,” he had said, his palm gently placed on my forehead. “She’s dead!” screeched the grim reaper, her back facing my wounded soul which she trapped in her gloom space. I was half dead and half alive. I was in a coma. In that state, I had no power, anyone of them could take me and there was nothing I could do. I wished I’d be taken by the Angel of Mercy instead. He was more helpful; he would give me my life back and he would guide me through life, it seemed. “You know her time on earth is not up yet. So, let her go!” “Why do you keep on meddling?!” “I am her guardian Angel. I was assigned to see to it that she pays her spiritual debt—” “Oh, but you’ve failed at it. How many lives has she destroyed since then? Look at the m******e around you. The destruction she’s caused all over the world—” “You are no judge!” They were fighting over me; one spoke from a place of love and the other from resentment. Sometime later, when I was all cleaned up, I was brought to the secretary of the afterlife. It was a giant room, nicely decorated and melodious. I saw a really short funny man on a giant stool behind a desk of piles of sheets. The grim reaper tossed me down in front of the secretary’s desk and she stood behind me with my guardian Angel at her side. The short man pushed down his glasses and launched forward to look down to me. “Well, you again.” He said, “What brings you to my humble abode this time?” he got back to fiddling with the papers on his desk. “She’s dead,” spoke the grim. “She’s not dead,” said the Angel. “She’s not alive either,” spoke the secretary. “Speak up. Why did you two bring her wounded soul here this time? Where’s her body?” “I cannot tell you that. Not with her here,” I supposed the Angel was referring to the grim reaper’s presence. “Oh, excuse me. Since when did you become so feisty?” teased the grim. “Can we wrap this up, I have things to do. Look at all these papers!” “Hey, don’t make your problems our problems. Don’t you know it’s the fourth industrial revolution now? Get rid of the paper and ink, and get yourself a nice Desk-Top. I promise you it will look so great on your desk.” “We’re here to rehearse her akashic records. The oath and agreement she signed over thousand years ago,” spoke the Angel, pushing the agenda forward. “Oh, but why? Isn’t her time up? Shouldn’t we send her to the afterlife already? I mean it’s been so long.” “Secretary—” “Clerk. It’s clerk. Call me clerk.” The Angel rather continued, “A 1100 years ago, she was brought here for the first time. We reviewed her life deeds and it was agreed upon that a lot of things had been done wrong to her from the start, therefore, she could not submit to the tunnel of Hell, and neither could she ascend to that of Light. Seeing the conflicting aspects, she was afforded a second chance to resurrection so she could go back and do things right. Check for yourself. It is in writing that she was to pay her spiritual debt, and only then could her life be taken and she be judged.” “And what did she do with the second chance? Ha! I’ll tell you. She wasted it. Threw it in our faces like that. Unless, you’re naïve or insistently oblivious, but there is no place for her on earth now. The blue ball of life has turned red, dripping in blood of the innocent and it’s all her doing!” “Again, you are the grim reaper and not the judge!” “And you are her guardian Angel, you failed your duty!” “Okay, stop! The past 1100 years have been great and peaceful in here. And now you two are back with your little doll again, you wreak havoc in my palace. This is what we’ll do. Let’s review her akashic records and get this done with now, shall we? Apprentice!” The secretary’s apprentice rushed in with a scroll. He started rolling it open for his master to read. It was so long and unending. “Oh, a scroll?” sighed the grim. From what I picked up, she was revolutionary with a hint of fiery inside of her. “Can’t you be more advanced?” “Hey, she’s over 1000 years old. We used scrolls in her time. Mind you.” Looking at the scroll, “Hm, some record you made, lady. As the years piled on, you sure did not hold back. Quite a lot of bloodbath. Ooh, what you did to this man, gives me chills! This is a long list. Hey, get me some popcorn.” The apprentice nodded, and shortly turned back to ask a question, “Salt or Aromat?” “Ah-hem!” that was clearly the grim not having it. With that the apprentice went away and the secretary put down the scroll. “Lady?” The grim in her seductive pose and voice, “Yes.” “Not you.” The secretary proceeded to address me, thrown to my knees in front of his desk. I had been there all that while, without much energy to join in the chatter. “I see here, that you have run the world like a true demoness. You have done the scariest of things. Didn’t it occur to you that judgement day would come for you at some point?” I said nothing. I heard them talk about me and my supposed ‘crimes’ but I cannot remember anyone of them. Sometimes the best answer to questions you know nothing about is silence, I guess. “What do you have to say for yourself? Why did you waste the second chance granted to you? I see you’re quite determined to hold silence. Let me ask you this and I hope that you answer. Considering your history. Suppose you were given the chance to choose, which would it be? Heaven or Hell?” I felt some urge to answer that, “It would be Hell.” The Angel immediately got flustered, “Um, oh, secretary—” The secretary shushed him up with the raise of his finger, “I would love to hear this. Why would it be Hell, my dear?” “Considering my history, you said. If what you all claim I did is true, then it is natural to agree that Heaven is no place for me. If I am what you all claim I am, then Hell is befitting for me. To that Hell, I shall descend, and be the Bane of Hell,” honestly, I don’t know why I said that. I guess, I thought it would sound cool. “Ooh, that gave me chills,” mocked the grim. “but I hate to break it to you, you have no place in either. Your soul deserves to be vanished. You belong to me now.” “Let’s not be hasty.” Spoke the Angel, “As I found her body unconscious on the field, I ran a quick diagnosis. And I found that she may suffer from memory loss.” Both the secretary and the grim where utterly shocked. “But that’s not written here on any of the records,” the secretary started rummaging through the scroll. The Angel continued, “With this turn of events, the punishment of whether Heaven, Hell or perish, is off the table. Had she been able to understand why she is being punished this way, then so it would be.” “Memory loss? How could it be?” the grim was in utter shock. “This isn’t the normal kind of memory loss. Some devious powers are at play. She must have seen something she shouldn’t have,” said the secretary. “But—but, what do you mean?” the grim must have been going through some episodes of trauma from this piece of information. To her, everything was supposed to go straight forward. To her, I deserved no reincarnation. She wanted to trap my soul in her territory forever. In her territory of non-existence. She was only doing her job, I guessed. “Someone did this. And whoever did this must be hiding something. Whoever did this, reached into her Portal of Existence and painted blank a portion of her memory, then locked her out of the rest. Hold on a second,” he began fumbling into the papers on his desk, “I am pretty sure there’s a way to reverse this. Oh, there… She must go back.” Only the Angel was pleased with the unfolding of the events. He was the Angel of Mercy after all. Meanwhile, the Grim Reaper was in utter shock. “There’s no other way, she must go back and find what she saw. She must uncover this mystery.” “More lives are at stake again because of her!” The Angel was surprised once more, “Again Grim Reaper, you’re the Grim Reaper—” With so much pride and faking obliviousness, “Thank you,” gratified the grim. “Okay, I have an idea here, alright? Since, the Angel of Death, here, has suddenly become so concerned for the lives of the living this is how it’s going to go. We shall vote to keep her body and soul separated this time, how’s about that? This way she won’t harm anybody during the day.” “And in the night?” “She becomes her full self again.” “No.” “Oh, come on. Grimmie. We all know she sleeps a lot during the night, totally harmless. Well, at least, according to her history.” “I must say, I agree with The Grim on this. It’s a ‘no’. Ha-ah. She’s off to face something big this time around. You cannot strip her off her powers like that.” The grim spoke, “Oh, that’s not what I was saying. I still believe that she has to vanish. She killed my messengers.” “Oh, so this is what it’s all about?” “You just step back a little,” the Grim Reaper pulled out her machete and charged towards me. “I’m almost done with her. Just one last blow and the job is done—” “Hey, no,” the angel jumped at The Grim keeping her away from me. “Seriously, get a room, you guys.” The secretary spoke, “I hear your point. There have, indeed, been rumours about an escaped angel from one of the chambers in one of the distant stars. There’s a possibility that it has fallen on earth. Sending her off like this is very dangerous, but at the same time we cannot make her life easy.” “So, what are you suggesting?” “A colleague of mine may have shared with me that one of her greatest enemies of all time has reincarnated. This is her chance to make peace.” “I don’t think I get what you’re saying, but I love where this is going,” snickered the grim. “You leave it all to me then. I shall file a letter to the higher-ups and hear from them what they think. Now all of you, get out. You’ve wasted eternity of my time already.” The Angel teleported back to the cave where he hid the young woman’s body. “This is your body.” He spoke to the soul of the woman in coma, “You’re badly injured. It will take some time for you to recover.” They stood in front of it and stared. “Until then, I will be here to watch over you. Only when the body has healed can you step inside and come awake. It took me a long, long time to find you.” The young woman could say nothing but only stare blankly. “I think that whoever erased your memory trapped you in time and carefully coated you in invisibility. Oh, I searched and searched all over for you. I had even begun giving up and then suddenly I walked into some invisible shield and there you were, surrounded by a whole lot of dead bodies.” “What happened to me?” “I found you unconscious in the war field. The rest of the truth, you’re going to have to uncover it yourself.” On the proceeding days, the Angel continued rubbing herbs over her bruises, burned some leaves and cleansed the room. All she did was wait for her body to recover.