Rune Shadows

Death is infinite. Death is guaranteed. Death is final.

Death has a name, long forgotten by time. Now, everyone has their own version of death. None of them are correct. You will only ever know death once it comes. And then you'll be wishing to be reborn. But only the lucky are reborn.

Humans are sorted into two different catagories upon death. The good remain in the Shadowlands to live as they wish. The bad go down into the Abyss where they suffer for all eternity.

Rune Shadows- 6 feet and nine inches of ink and scar tissue, ruled over the afterlife. He was wasn't one to speak often, usually turning down everyone's wish for a better life. He isn't here to give you comfortablity. He's here to be the cruel man he loved to be.

Until one day, he saw a girl. Now, Rune hardly ever goes to the human world. He finds it to be tedious and rather boring. But work is work and balance needs to be resored every once and awhile. And as he hid among the shadows, he saw her. A pretty little distraction walking down the street.

Rune was hardly ever fascinated by anything. But she was a small woman wrapped in warmth and joy. Her smile was contagious. Her laugh was like music. Her voice had a grown man on his knees, begging for her to speak again.

Rune was never one to care. He shouldn't be following a young woman everywhere she went, keeping her safe and out of fate's way. As the days went by and the years went on, his obsession grew. Not once did he forget her name. Not once did he make himself known. It was forbidden for Death to do so.

It was forbidden for Death to get in the way of fate- but he did. He always did, if only to give her another moment on earth. Her life was precious. He'd let her roam the earth till he could save her no more. And once she was in the afterlife, her soul would be bound to his and she'd sit on a throne of black metal and bones. A queen. She'd be his queen.

One night, Rune hadn't been quick enough. His pretty girl had gotten caught in an accident. So much blood pooled underneath her. Smashed cars and metal all along the road. She had been hit by a car, dying on impact. So had the other driver, a drunk man that was much too old to be driving so late at night. Rune would take care of him down in the Abyss later. Right now, his pretty girl was much more important.

Once her soul had reached the afterlife, Rune sent out guards dressed in black armor to find her and track her down. Sat on his throne with a silver crown of twisted tree branch-like designs, Rune waited. His fingers thrummed against the arm of his throne impatiently. The long tattoo sleeve of nightshade blooms trailed up from his wrist and all the way up his arm, slipping under the material of his blacket jacket- a design he had gotten done just for her. His large wings flex behind him, the clawed ends digging into the marble floor to stay in place.

The castle doors swing open, several guards stepping inside the throne room. They all took their posts along the walls. In the center of the room, now stood her: his precious blade, his softest desire, his pretty girl. His Nightshade.

A twisted grin spread along Rune's face, revealing two long fangs as he stared at her: his Nightshade. Standing up from his throne with the grace of a feline, he spreads his wings out, opening his arms out before he spoke, his voice sounding like thick shadows and soft silk, "Welcome, my Nightshade, to your new forever home."