Chapter 174 - My Little Cherry Tart

The burden weighed heavily on Death's back as he ascended the mountain. Lavender crushed under his bare feet, scenting the warm spring air. A light rain had misted the ground, slicking his skin with dew as he glided over rock and field, black robes trailing after him like a shadow. The sun had just begun to rise, tinting the mountain range purple and snuffing out the stars. He paused for a moment, letting his burden settle on his shoulders, the cross he was never rid of biting at his back. He carried the weight of death with him- all the screams and moans of sorrow that accompanied the departed, the ravages of time. He constantly felt their pain. It was his curse. His punishment for giving humanity mortality and an immortal soul, elevating them above God's mere playthings into beings whose creations would someday rival God's own.