Date: 6/6/-6666
SCHNEEHÖLLE: WOOD CABIN
The sound of panting, sobbing, and moaning echoes through the cabin. The voice was hoarse, filled with agony and nervousness.
The pained agony was followed by the sound of a rag being dipped in water and drained out and the soft, wet thud of reverberating skin.
A woman lay on a small mattress on the cold and hard wooden floor, her abdomen three times the size, a clear sign of pregnancy. A tall man sat next to the mattress, his hands soaked from the rag pressed softly against her forehead.
His face is tense as he removes the rag, dumping it back into the water.
"I-I'm… so scared…" was all the woman could cry out, her voice filled with exhaustion.
He stayed silent, shooting her a reassuring look.
-Everything will be okay, just please… Hang on—"Look in his eyes," echoed, almost audible to her.
Even though the agony made her weak, she managed to force the corners of her lips into a soft smile, weakly placing her hand on his cheek.
The pain in her abdomen strikes, her body shakes as she grunts in agony, her teeth clenched, her eyes gluing shut instantly.
Her breathing grew erratic.
Her soft hand on the man's cheek turned into a weak fist.
He quickly grabbed her fist with his right while snatching the rag off the floor.
"Come on, you've got this. Push for me, for us." He tries his best to prepare her for the upcoming event.
Her body shakes violently as she struggles to gaze at the man.
"Three." His grip tightened around her hand.
"Two," She took a look at him, her face filled with fear…
"One!" With a long, deep breath, she began to push with all her might.
Her face contorts in agony as tears begin to pour down her face profusely.
She let out strangled cries, her breathing becoming beyond erratic, her body spilling cold sweat, but her skin burning with the desire to push the infant out into the world of the living.
He held her close; his eyes were determined.
The struggle continued for an extended time, but with one, final push… The child of death was born.
SEVERAL DAYS LATER
SCHNEEHÖLLE: WOOD CABIN
The woman was unconscious, beyond sleep, the exhaustion of childbirth taking a deep toll on her body. In her arms was the newly born infant. It was a small little boy, the size of a small pillow.
He has 2 small strands of dark purple hair, and his skin is a cold pale color.
She held the child closely, and an audible whimper of fear and a parental protectiveness could be heard. The fireplace cast a warm, orange glow across the cabin, its warmth softly enveloping the two.
The man sat outside; the difference between the warm haven inside the cabin and the snowy hell outside was major.
He was quiet, motionless, and intimidating.
The snow was falling aggressively, biting against his incredibly pale skin, and the fog made his sight limited.
But the man seemed perfectly fine…
"Clip-clop, clip-clop, creak, jingle."
The sounds crunched against the snow from a distance, followed by a horse's screech. It was muffled by the aggressive wind, but he could tell what it was.
The noise became less muffled, and blurry lights began to shine through the fog.
"This is fine here," said the elegant, feminine voice.
Through the fog, a blurry carriage took shape, and a woman took slow and careful steps out of the door.
"I apologize for the late appearance. It's been a hassle leaving my nation and duties for this occasion, but everything has been settled." She went silent, considering her words carefully.
"How's life, Kaiser? Did the birth go smoothly? Did the child… feel strange at first sight?" She asked as she began to walk towards the cabin's silhouette.
"Yes, he did, Celeste…"
"Ah, the 6th month, of the 6th day, on the -6666th year. The birth of your son, the birth of a certain death indeed."
"Damnit… I was hoping there could've been a delay in his birth… I… don't know if he'll be able to—"
"Do not panic; this is why I have come." She had fully made it out of the silhouette.
An eye-patched woman, with long elegant hair that perfectly blends in with the snow. Her blue eyes had a calm, yet intimidating and unpredictable gaze about them.
The two made their way inside.
Celeste's gaze fell on the woman's long and peaceful slumber, then onto the freshly born child.
She smiled, and a small blush faded onto her cheeks.
She walked towards the mattress, squatting down, and touching the woman's cheek.
"My, my," She gently scooped the infant in her arms.
"Such a cute little boy! The lad's even got your looks, Kaiser."
He blushed, almost like a realization that yes… he did, in fact, make love, then life.
She took a long look at the boy in her arms…
"For a child born on this day and with your family's blood—it's actually quite surprising that he didn't kill her during his birth."
"..."
"This isn't just a folk tale or myth, not from my vision, those 6,000 years ago… Though, since it's been so long, you boy won't be affected by it as much as the last vessel." She looks directly at Kaiser.
"But, you will die soon… before he even develops a consciousness." Her eyes gaze back at the woman.
"And she will soon follow, once he's at the age of 3-5. His life will be filled with pain and suffering, and each moment of peace will come with death or a crucial mistake that will limit him." Her voice was quiet and concerned but filled with truth.
Kaiser was silent, his hands turned into fists, as all he could do was look down in disappointment and fear for his son in the future.
"But… My mother used to tell me this before she passed. "Throughout every hell you go through, you will find your heaven to break that hell."
She gently places the child back into his mother's arms, standing up and fixing her gaze back onto Kaiser.
"I cannot fix or change a small bit of this problem. But… All I can do is prepare you for that day."
Death will happen, and it will strike when least expected…