Death and Epiphany (1)

Right after that, all the energy of darkness was blasted out of his body and his body started to glow with sacred light. After a while, that glow dimmed down. In a few minutes, he opened his eyes. But the ancient one said,

-I would be careful if I were you. Your astral body and mindscape were invaded by darkness. I don't know how you expelled it out, but it doesn't hurt to be careful for a few days, does it?

-I am fine, thank you master for your concern.

Marcus answered as he got up. Looking at the bedding at his side he asked,

-How long I was in a coma?

-Two days, six hours, plus some minutes.

-How is London?

-Not much harm was done aside from the destruction of the Greenwich observatory and sudden increase of crime due to power outage. When the power returned, the local law enforcement force took things under control.

-I am glad to hear.

He got up and went beside his lying brother. Nobody could tell what is brother going through, but he could. All logic was telling him to bring his brother out of his stupor forcibly. But still, he believed his brother than anything else and he believed he could pull through this on his own. It is necessary for the liberation of their bounded self inside. The ancient one said,

-Now that you are awake, help me wash out the energy of darkness inside Winston. I was unable to do it alone as it is a very sensitive task, but with your help, I believe it is very plausible.

-No, he can get through this on his own. You may have noticed. My hidden strength has been liberated by overcoming this hurdle.

-You are taking unnecessary risk to obtain power which may or may not inside him. You know in few more hours we are going to lose him forever to darkness. What you achieved is a miracle among miracles. Not in the whole history of Kamar Taj, such a thing have happened. There is no way Winston also going to achieve such impossible too. You are being over-optimistic.

-You yourself throw your disciples at the top of Mount Everest so that they can learn to tap into dimensional energy, fully knowing the risk.

The ancient one stumped at these words. Then she said in a smile yet not smile,

-Be careful, Marcus. Are you implying that I put my disciples at risk unnecessarily?

-No I am implying that, have some faith in my brother, who is more talented in the mystic arts than me.

Just as they are arguing back and forth, the darkness inside Winston washed out of him and he was also glowing in a sacred light.

-Told you so.

Marcus said smugly. In a few minutes, it died down. After that, Winston opened his eyes. The Ancient one hurried by his side. Apparently she was really worried about him. But Winston started to look around confusedly when his eyes landed on the ancient one, his eyes lit up. He grabbed her hand and said, "Will you be my wife!!!!"

-😞😞😞😞(Marcus)

-😤😤😤😤(T.A.O.)

-Why are you guys looking at me like that?

Asked Winston confusedly.

-Have you hit your head? Maybe I should hit your hit again so that you regain some sense.

Said Marcus gritting his teeth. The ancient one stopped him.

-Wait, he is just confused struggling in mindscape for so long. We should help him, not be angry at him. Do you recognize me, Winston? Can you tell me who I am?

Tilting his head Winston replied,

-You are the 94th sorcerer supreme of earth, Aoife (A.N: pronunciation: ee-fa, name given to ancient one in my convergence universe by me) A.K.A. the Ancient One. Am I correct?

-😞😞😞😞... How do you know my real name.

-Cosmic awareness that I newly awakened. After all, you are going to be my future wife. Of course, I would know your name. Can you also reveal your true appearance? I don't want to hurt your feelings but the bald look is good for monk but not very eye-pleasing.

Looking at Marcus the ancient one asked,

-Did you also awaken Cosmic awareness?

-I did.

She released a sigh then looked at Winston again. Then she said,

-Out of endless possibilities, who would have thought that you would awaken this side of your personality..... I appreciate your proposal, Winston. But I am afraid I would have to decline. I have a duty to perform as the sorcerer supreme and am unable to start a family.

-Ohhh, that means if you are no longer sorcerer supreme, you will accept?

-I didn't say that.....

-Okay, I am never going to give up on my future wife. I shall take you away when you are no longer a sorcerer supreme.

Hearing that clear declaration without even taking her consent, she only gave a wry smile. But at that time, Marcus seriously slapped back of Winston's head.

-Curb your perverted nature. She is nearly 800 years old. Have some respect for her. I am afraid something like this would have happened. After all, you had to admit your true nature and purpose of your life. You won't change even in death, will you?

-Hey what was that for if you already know how I am?

Winston asked rubbing back of his head. The ancient one, Aoife, wanted to ask something, but as she opened her mouth, she froze hearing a muffled laugh from corner of the room. She was astonished. How could someone be in the same room, yet she didn't even feel an ounce of aura. As if nothing was there. All of the hair on her back stood up hearing that sweet laughter that wasn't muffled anymore. When all three of them looked at the corner, three of them had three different expressions.

Aoife was so scared that her heart almost came out through her throat. Winston had a joyful expression. And lastly, Marcus with a faint smile said,

-Speaking of the devil and here she comes!

The lady wearing a black skin-tight dress under a black robe, with very long black hair and starry black pupils for eyes, black lipstick on lips, black nail polish on nails, came out of the corner of the room. She was so beautiful that such beauty could not belong a mortal, no, not even a celestial. Yet it was not the beauty that captured the attention of Aoife, it was the aura seeping out from her now. Pure darkness, dreadfulness, destruction, decay and most prominently... death. She was the personification of death, the abstract entity, Lady Death.

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Author Note:

Happy new year. I hope you all have a good year ahead of you.

As for the reason, I stopped writing, it is not because I don't have time. Currently, it is my winter vacation. The problem is, I lost the drive to do anything, as I am a bipolar mood disorder patient. I have currently gone through a bad pole when I can't concentrate on anything, suffer severe depression, loose drive to do even the thing I love most. I don't know if you can empathize with me or not. But at least pray for me, so that I can leave behind such a rough patch.

Thank you, everyone. Peace upon you all,