The Choice

I was lying on the battlefield, life slowly bleeding out. The sounds of battle faded to the moans of the dying with a chorus of vultures in the background. As the sun set on what was surely my last day in this world, and the cold damp of night settled in my bones, she came to me. An angel? A demon? She lifted me gently to her lap, ignoring the blood I coughed, and wiping it from my eyes. Her scent was of lavender mixed with a hint of millennial decay. She would give me a choice, she would stay with me until life passed and harvest my soul for her master, or, she would turn me and we would walk the fields of pain and destruction far into the future; until the stars fade and the gods tire of this place.

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