Creation of the Angel of Death

He had heard it before, many times, the begging. The constant askings of more chances and mercy. It bothered him in the beginning, but after so long, their cries became just a numb humming to him. The Angel of Death, that was his "official" title, though he never really thought of himself as much an angel. He had many other titles that mortals had chosen to call him throughout history, none quite as famous as "The Grim Reaper" or Death itself. He hadn't asked for this job and he certainly didnt enjoy it. He was not a cruel spirit as the fables described him, but a creature whos life on Earth took a turn for the worse and so placed was his "curse". He was being punished for what he did in his life on Earth by being given the responsibility of death. He didnt sleep, he didnt eat, he constantly roamed the earth taking souls to limbo where their fates would be decided by somebody else he turned his back on long ago. He didnt consider what he did on Earth as living. His hate and anger had come from the cruelty he was shown there, and the job he was given after. More than the job itself he hated his memories.

His haunted past had loomed in his mind every single hour of the Earthly days he spent collecting souls. He can never shake the thoughts and images that were painted inside of his mind. He couldnt even remember how long ago it had happend. How long ago was it that he began his punishment? How long had it been since he cried out to God for help and God just simply watched? The time he lived in was one that in history was never recorded. He lived in a time when the simplicity in the days was still apparent and the nature of life still pure. It is said that Adam was the first man created, but Adam was just the first given the title of man. Adam was not the first intelligent life created. Long before Adam was, there lived nameless creatures. They resembled man in looks, though overall larger in size, and they swam in water and had no need to breathe. Land was not yet formed. They had souls, though at this time souls were created pure and remained that way since the introduction of sin had not come yet. They lived each day to the fullest and life was good.

In this time the Angel of Death had another name he went by. His race in general was one without titles but they had names for themselves individually. They had no written language, but his name was Thanatos. Life was perfect for these creatures and death was not yet present on the Earth. Without sin in the world these creatures were innocent and were not wrapped in the modern day faults. That was until the tragic day in which Thanatos changed everything forever.

It was an average day for the creatures. Anything they wanted or desired came to them simply by asking for it from God at their holy place. God only denied those requests in which a creature would somehow gain more power over the others. Thanatos never seemed to ask for what he wanted or desired as much as the other creatures. He always felt that if he hung back and asked less of God then he would someday have his one request that he desired most, granted. Thanatos did not see why his request would not be answered, after all he above all the other creatures had created remarkable things and did whatever God asked of him without fail. Others had let God down in tasks he asked of them but never him. So on that day, Thanatos waited until all the other creatures had left the holy place in which they presented their requests and gifts to God. He swam into the light, which was projected for him to enter in order to speak to God. Thanatos knew the rules and knew that his request if granted, he would have something the other creatures didnt have, and he would be above them, but he already felt that he was above them and believed that God did also. He however, was wrong.

A moment later Thanatos emerged from the light in a rage. Never had any of the creatures felt as angry as Thanatos did at that moment. In his rage he began to destroy the holy place, he desecrated the entire place with his bare hands and his own power was revealed to him. The others hearing the noise coming from the holy place came quickly. As soon as one swam in the door Thanatos attacked him and ran a sharp dagger used to sacrifice gifts to God through the creatures chest, as soon as he did they were all blinded by a white flash of light. Nobody in the room could see. Then God spoke to Thanatos and told him that what he had done on that day would follow him for eternity, that he would be cursed and his very name would mean death. His punishment would spill over onto the rest of the creatures God would create, so that death came to all. "For what you have done in your anger, you will be the deliverer of souls to a place where they will await judgement. You will never find peace in your crime and you will be tortured all of eternity by the knowledge your actions." Thanatos begged God to release him for his crimes and forgive him. But then in the white light Thanatos' flesh began to be stripped from his body. He cried out to God over and over, begging for forgiveness. Begging for just another chance and for God's mercy, just as the souls do that Thanatos delivers. He begged and pleaded, the pain he was feeling was more than he could handle. His punishment was more severe than anything he could have imagined possibly.

Thanatos, his very own name now meant death. He was experiencing his own death over and over as he thought back to that day when his flesh was stripped from him and he was covered in a black hooded cloak to hide the monster he was beneath. As God had promised he had still not forgotten his crimes and the memories of that dreaded day were still stained heaviliy into his mind. He had delivered souls from that day forward and he suffered each and everyday from it. He hated God, he hated him for the punishment he bestowed upon him, he hated him for creating his very existence, he hated him for everything . In his one moment of impurity, Thanatos had been dealt the cruelest of punishments.

The Angel of Death continued to transport souls as his mind drifted to that day. They were all crying out to him, begging him to take them back. One of them yelled "Please! My wife was pregnant with my baby boy! Please take me back to them! Please I wanted a son so badly" Thanatos turned very slowly to face the man. He felt pity, yes he felt great pity for the man, because at one point, Thanatos had lost everything in his rage at being denied a son.