The Damned of Death (Event)

== Trailer ==
Ash fell through the air like snow at the cusp of winter, there were screams, shouts, and the sound of horrifying gunfire among other weapons. Hundreds, if not thousands on either side, some in uniform others in tattered garments--but both bore weapons, both bore blood. Everyone expected to kill, and even some expected to die. That was their life, that was the reality they faced.
Gripping her scythe tightly, Death passed her gaze over the blood-stained body-littered battlefield, her cold grey eyes not even as much as flinching at the horrors portrayed. Beside her, Abigail didn’t so much share the same reaction, her eyes wide with horror and her mouth agape as she witnessed the destruction her people had caused--although it wasn’t her time. Surrounding the two figures were at least half a dozen bodies, some mutilated beyond recognition, others bleeding from only one or two places. Kneeling down, Death examined the body closest to her--that of a young man--and, seeming satisfied, drew the soul from him with a swipe of her hand. Opposite to her, Abigail knelt in front of a woman. Various weapons were strapped to her body, and her bloodied clothes alluded to the fact she had been in the war for some time. As she knelt, reaching forward to put a hand to the woman’s face, the trim of Abigail’s jade-coloured dress slowly grew stained with bloody mud. The moment she touched the woman’s cheek, Abigail felt her heart sink: the body was still warm. Pulling away, Abigail jolted upwards, stepping back and looking to Death, who was continuing to reap souls seemingly unphased. Silently, Abigail’s expression pleaded for her friend’s help.
“Is something wrong, Abby?” Death inquired, pausing to look to the frightened face of her friend, “You don’t look well…”
“The… the woman…” Abigail stuttered, looking down perplexed once more to the body, “She feels… wrong.”
Raising an eyebrow, Death hiked up her dress’ skirt and trudged over to Abigail, kneeling to the body and looking it over. As Death’s expression grew from confusion to worry, Abigail took a step back, her friend laying a hand on the body. Shaking her head, Death examined it further, moving onto the body next to it. Standing up, Death shook her head, muttering in worried disbelief.
“Jade, what is it?” Abigail pressed, putting a hand on her friend’s shoulder. “Now you seem to be the one unwell..!”
“All these people…” Death began, looking at the ring of bodies around them. “None of them were meant to die yet.”
“Hold your speech for a moment, Jade. Are you implying that none of these occurrences were supposed to… well... occur?”
Turning around in silence, Death looked to Abigail for a moment, now clearly tense, swallowing, she nodded. “Someone’s been interfering… and it’s cost thousands of lives.”
== Synopsis ==
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Category:Events