The Iss of Death

Well well, it has been a while! Nearly a year at this point. Sorry to everyone that was invested in the story, work swamped me and then life did, but i'm back! I'll hopefully get started on a new chapter this week and it's gonna be a big one! but until then, here's something to tide you over. -Xlydren

"It's a pleasure to meet you X, my my, my sister really was a lucky one to sink her teeth into you first..." War said with a grin.

Beside her, war's horse snorted, smoke billowing from its nose. It stamped its foot down, showing its hatred, or at least the fact that he was very displeased with the situation that it currently found itself in. War leant over and whispered into its ear before it bowed and galloped off. Angela moved to my side, putting her hand on my shoulder. Thinking about it now, I wasn't sure about their relationship as sisters, as she seemed a lot more possessive than War did.

"Well, it's a pleasure to meet you too War. This is quite a lot though, first Death, now War? Please don't tell me I'll meet Famine next...." Started Xavier.

"I'm sure she'll pop along soon enough..." replied War.

"Wait, w-what?" I stuttered.

"So anyways, as I was saying, my darling sister was so very lucky to get her mitts into you first" War monologued, walking around me and whispering into my ears.

Reader, I must say that I'm not too proud of this moment, so please do not judge me on it, but being surrounded by beautiful women had made it so certain biological things happened quite quickly.

"So, War, although I would rather call you a different name than "War", much like I have with Angela since I keep thinking of the four horsemen, or I guess horsewomen of the apocalypse" I answered.

"Well, how about Valkyria? I always appreciated a fierce woman defending her king, and as a bonus they were hot as fuck" she laughed.

Welp, even more info that I really didn't want to know, and I felt that I shouldn't really know either. Silence lingered for a moment before the elephant in the room was addressed, where were we, why were we all together and what did Valkyria mean when she said she chose me?

We walked along to a set of table and chairs that had appeared from thin air. I don't think I'd ever get used to objects just appearing out of thin air, however practical it was. I sat opposite Valkyria, Angela sitting beside me.

"Well then, spit it out. Why are we here?" Angela sighed.

"Well, I wanted to meet this hunk that you've been hiding from me. Death, I chose him. I was blessed by our Higher Gods to choose a human and guide him to the path of victory!" Valkyria cried, raising her fist triumphantly, acting more like a spoiled child than a victorious warrior.

More information that I had to ask for clarification about, Higher Gods? There were people even more powerful than War and Death? Was God more powerful than War and Death? Was there someone even more powerful than God? Were there multiple gods?

"I know what you saw X. I felt him too, when you were sent back to your realm, I felt his presence. I felt his corruption." Valkyria murmured.

"So, you know what that thing was? That demon who tried to kill me?" I asked.

"Unfortunately, I do. And times have been changing for the past thousand years. Us Gods and Godesses have gotten weak, lazy. Neglecting our duties to not only humanity, but to the whole universe" Valkyria whispered, staring straight into my eyes.

"What the fuck are you talking about War? I've been doing my job for the past thousand years, and no one has even been to check up on me. Our sisters have been doing their jobs too, how dare you say we've gotten complacent and lazy. Maybe you have, seeing as how humanity would rather fuck themselves over with missiles instead of swords and spears like before, you don't even need to influence anything anymore. They'll bomb themselves just because they can. We haven't gotten lazy, you have!" Angela shouted at her sister.

"SISTER!" Vakyria roared, unsheathing her sword quickly and pointing it towards her sister. "How dare you! I am trying to help this human. I would remind you that he is mine, by law of the Gods. Or have you forgotten your place? You may be the Goddess of Death, living eternally and reaping us all, but do not forget your place amongst us." Valkyria stated.

Angela rose from her seat, knocking her chair backwards and gesturing her hands in the air. A wooden handle appeared in her left hand, and while gripping it with both hands, the top end of a scythe appeared and attached itself to the wooden handle.

"Make no mistake Sister, I will reap you now if needs be. I'll deal with the consequences later." Angela shouted.

Great. Sibling rivalry. I got up off my seat, waving my hands around asking both of them to calm down.

"Girls, girls. Come on, lets put our weapons away and sit back down and have a nice chat."

"You stay out of it!" both shouted in unison.

Now, I would like to say that I calmed them both down and managed to sort out their sibling rivalry, but let's not beat around the bush. I'm no one to lecture two goddesses, I'm only human so I sat my butt down on the ground and waited for them to sort it out between them. Valkyria's horse strutted around, flaming hooves scorching the ground as he snorted, red eyes burning like flames.

Was he mocking me? I squinted my eyes towards him, trying to seem intimidating, I wouldn't get out-intimidated by a horse, before quickly remembering that even if he is a horse, he's still a goddess's horse and a lot higher on the scale than me.

They both had now stopped screaming at each other and were just staring into each other's eyes. War's ginger hair flowed slowly and gently in the win, her stance aggressive and intimidating. Angela's look was a lot softer than her sisters. Her blue eyes bored into her sister's soul, her snowy hair contrasting her red eyeshadow. Were they communicating telepathically? Can they do that?

"Baby, we have a lot to talk about, you have to go back" a voice spoke in my mind, and before I could even articulate an answer, I was back in my house.

I awoke on my kitchen floor, my cat sitting and purring on my chest. At least someone was having a good time. I petted her slowly before lifting her off me and setting her down onto the ground. At this point in time, I was kind of feeling very lost. Getting booted out of a dream that started very well with Angela wasn't on my cards today but I wasn't going to get caught up in some sibling drama.

I had enough problems with my friends and family without dragging me into Angela's problems. Although, since we were bonded for life, I guess I was a part of the drama whether I wanted to be or not. But it's not like I could do anything while they were arguing anyways so I started cleaning my apartment.

Whilst I was cleaning, a whisper fluttered around my living room. Someone was watching me, or rather observing me. You know the feeling you get when you're being watched? When the hairs prick up on the back of your neck, and whatever you do feels like someone is judging you. Well, I had that feeling.

Was Angela back? Or was it Valkyria that was watching me from somewhere even I didn't know? Or was it something or someone else, like that demon that had already come to me once. I'd be stupid to say that I wasn't afraid of it. All of this was way above my pay grade, not even a few days ago I was just a random student in university, and now I was bonded for life with Death, and it seemed like her sister wanted to get in on the action too.

A knock at my door cut through my daydreaming. A groan escaped my lips as I neandered towards the door, my feet trudging along like a sack of bricks on the floor. The door swung open and Alexis stood there with a smile, leaning on the side of the door frame.

Before I could even invite her in, she strolled past the door, hitting me on the back and saying "so, you're finally awake!"

Without even thinking I answered "You were trying to cross the border, right? Walked right into that Imperial ambush, same as us".

Alexis cackled, remembering the days where we used to play Skyrim over and over on my computer because hers wasn't powerful enough.

"How are you old man? Heavy is the head, am I right?" she joked.

"Heavy is the head?" I questioned

"Yeah, you know. Heavy is the head that wears the crown." She finished her sentence.

"Whose head? What crown?" I pondered aloud.

"It's just a saying man, chill out. So, what's new?" she grinned.

"Oh man, what's new? Where do I start?" I said, head falling into my hands.