General Time-frame; After Creation of everything. First recorded soul reaping, as made by Lady Death.
Such sorrow in her eyes. Such a pain deeply seeded within her chest. Her throat was already raw from screaming, but on she went. Tears of red - no, black - staining her face like running makeup. Her first heartbreak; her first claiming of a soul, and it had been a requirement to snuff them out entirely.
But, that’s a bit far. To understand such of her sorrows, it is best to venture to the days before. To her past; their past…
Love at first sight, as he had called it. Sure, the woman had experienced a fluttering in her chest, but was unsure what to name it. He was beautiful in her eyes; and he cared not for what she was. Nor for the fact her touch could wind up destroying the vessel of his soul. They made do, with her suppressing her abilities where only skin-to-skin contact was a necessity for death. And they were…happy. Death had reached a stalemate with her brothers, her purpose of the three known, but the extent of it had yet to be experienced fully. Plants were one thing; but creatures beyond that? Never.
But…she was happy. Her behavior improved, her smile appearing whenever she thought of him (which was quite regularly), and she was so very much in love. Her very own…star. He was her star, her bright light in her world of pain and darkness and loss. Such love, such joy. Such sadness. Oh, such sorrow, such pain.
This breed, as Xestra called, was meant to live long. That was why there were so few of them. And her love was among the first. But…everything had a limit. Everything would fade with Time. She knew. But to claim his soul, more so after her wretched brother Life nearly destroyed him…
The screams had died, but the tears continue to flow freely. Not a single sound passed her lips, not even a sigh. It was evident in her gaze; she was broken. Life had broken her, finally broken her after so many years. And so she remained by his side, even as his body grew cold, his soul snuffed entirely from existence. No chance of him reincarnating. No chance to find him across the stars in another form again. A one time deal.
She didn’t even move. So numb, so cold, so much white noise in her head. Her arms stayed curled about his shoulders; oh, now she could touch him. Fingers trace along his face, memorizing them, committing him to her memory. Finally movement; a single kiss upon his blue, paled lips. Was she always that cold to others? So cold, so broken, so hollow, so sad…