Death, For The Second Time

And so I closed my eyes for the last time, and then in front of me was well me at first I thought it was a reflection then he put out his hand to help me up and when I looked to the side I saw him, the man I once was, the man I despised with all my heart I saw me, the original me.

"You" I said "what the hell do you think your doing here, get away from me!"

The brown haired twenty odd year old man with black eyes and dark bags without much of an expression on his face just stared back at me before saying

"Who would you be without me? you would be me! without me you would be me the man who lead himself to his own death, don't blame me because I am you, you may hate me but in the end you only hate yourself, stop lying to yourself, grow up!" he exclaimed "you even strip me of my name"

"he's right, how can you ever hope to protect your new friends if you don't accept who you once were and who you will be, you scorn the past and fear the future, you can never be truly strong until you accept both, until you accept us" said the other me

"what does strength matter anymore? I was stupid, I died I rushed myself to my own death again, and again I let my emotions take me, what's the point in strength when I already broke my vow to myself, I couldn't protect myself but worse I couldn't protect them" I said tears beginning to run down my cheek

"we already died once, is death really the end for us" the both said in union

Notice

YOU ARE IN A STATE BETWEEN LIFE AND DEATH.

CURRENTLY YOU ARE BEING BROUGHT BACK

HOWEVER YOU CANNOT BE BROUGHT BACK

UNLESS YOU FIGHT BACK AGAINST DEATH

fight against death? I thought

"it means him" the old me said while pointing behind me

behind me was, the embodiment of my worst fears behind me was everything i was ever afraid of poured into one, in novels he had many names, Death, The Grimm reaper however here he was known by one 'Balor the despair plague' in my new world he was used as a bedtime story to scare kids however the full tale of his past was one of great sadness

'Balor the bringer of despair, all he ever wanted was a friend, but all he brought was death, from his birth where his mother had died he was scorned and hated everyone who he came into contact with would die, he tried to use this power to help the world but he was still considered cursed and evil an outcast however he would go from village to village which during this time were often ravaged by beats and with a few simple touches would save the villages however he was always chased out of town, they feared his power and this fear caused them to fight him until one day he touched himself and a few minutes later he was discovered dead, out of fear no-one would touch him around him they built a grave and too this day his body still sits there above the ground in a coffin made around him there were many tales where after death he had decided to come for revenge and reap the souls of the humans who scorned him so.'

"so" i said "the tales of him taking revenge were true?"

"no, this role was forced upon him, he was cursed with this power by the primordial death so that he could retire"

"what a lonely life he must have lived, and now i have to fight him why is life so unfair to him?"

"because he was destined for greatness"

"wha-"

"he was destined to be the strongest human ever, the primordial death was a twisted creature he wanted to manipulate that power, corrupt it, until the day he would come for his soul and force his duties onto him"

"I'm sorry Balor, but I've been dead for too long, i need to protect my friends so, we have to fight!"