The lady dressed in royal white stood a few meters from the dead pair. Her snowy-fur cloak covered the curls of her black hair. And her jade face was shielded halfway by a golden veil embroidered with lifelike phoenixes.
Her face remained stoic in front of the crime scene as she slowly waited for the soul bind to imprint the cleansing cuffs completely. The faint smoke that enveloped the couple earlier slowly faded into nothingness. And far from the exaggerated reactions of the mortals stood two lost souls, behind her, unaware of their tragic end.
The man killed his lover for the sake of his beliefs.
The woman asked why she died in his hands.
Both have forgotten everything that has happened to them.
They were dumbfounded and somewhat foolish now since the guardian purged both collections of their memories.
Dark clouds hovered above them, and the calm sea suddenly surged high waves. It's as if they want to claim innocent lives, but this is only a sign of deep mourning. Those who die untimely will have reverse effects on the life patterns of people they care about, but they don't have a word on changing the future. And suicide alone has substantial negative consequences whereby bad luck lingers until they claim enough payment equivalent to a wasted life.
"A mortal's soul can never keep his or her memories of the previous world," she whispered dejectedly.
The rules of the underworld will always rule. When the astral form takes its exit from the human body, the guardian will use three kinds of spells. The first step is to completely let the soul leave the body without any broken soul fragments. The second step is to extract the memories the owner had created when he was still alive. And the last spell would cleanse the impurities within the soul's core.
To avoid the calamity of heaven, Cresencia, the guardian of death, always made sure to leave no traces of memorial existence in the core of a soul or a spiritual entity. She has lived for millions of light-years as a direct descendant of the creator, an immortal without a sense of belongingness and a lonely fairy who marveled at different places.
"It's time to go," she whispered coldly.
A portal emerged above them. Series of exquisite code appeared, and each of them moved towards the center to form the emblem of the Phoenix Tribe. Red rope links entangled the souls in place as Cresencia guided them towards the endless land of entrapment.
Cresencia and the souls she brought out went to a remarkable hidden palace beyond the reach of mortals.
It is where the dead congregates and await their names to be on the sailor's list.
When her arrangements were over, she traveled into another world with the sole mission of summoning a mythological beast's spirit and protecting the law of nature from hell's robbing diabolical claws. Wisps appeared by her side to deliver the names. Completing tasks would weaken a name's magical rhythm, and sooner or later, it would completely vanish from the book of life.
The moon shone brightly as dark clouds hovered creepily. She sighed, counting how long it'll take to wait for the war to end. Suddenly, a baby's cry resonated when the king's sword fell along with his soldiers' defeat. The temperature broke its lowest record. The remaining warriors claimed shouts of victory, and blood flowed in the depths of the non-territorial cliff.
The battlefield then became solemnly frozen. Snow-fire burned the unimportant soul fragments left by the god's race. And the spirit beast she's destined to escort glanced at his breathing child for the last time. Regret was evident in his eyes.
"Before I rest in peace, I would like you to have the blessings of luck, my child, be brave, rule the world, and bring back the crown of our tribe. I may not be with you through your journey, but my love will never fade."
Tears stained his bloody cheeks, and the memories that kept him holding back burned with the blazing fire. His body finally rested as the last breath confirmed his end. And the soul flew to the side of the guardian.
"It's time to go," Cresencia reminded
The same portal appeared above them. No one knows what Cresencia was thinking, but she suddenly had the urge to glance at the child before going. A cute-looking boy sat by himself, playing with a necklace. He unprecedentedly looked back at her.
"Be safe--" she wished him safety without thinking through her actions
But the child giggled and smiled at her in response.
She frowned.
"How can a little boy see me?"
Light engulfed her.
The blinding rays made her cover her eyes. Unaware of the changes within her body and the surroundings she's in, it was so bright. A beeping sound pulled her consciousness into a dormant state, and all she could remember was completing her last mission.
"Lady-- lady, wake up!" a faint dying voice called her attention
From a distance, the burning car threatened to explode. The smell of gasoline leaked in the middle of the road. And the sound of the ambulance disturbed the peacefulness of the night. Her aching body was too frightening that she finally doubted her life.
"How can I feel pain?"
She stared dazedly at the stars twinkling in the clear sky. The full moon resembled her last mission, yet it made her wonder how she fell into an accident in a mortal's world. The sound of footsteps echoed as people checked the condition of those involved.
With fatigue weighing on her shoulders, she finally closed her eyes and breathed the air's rarity.
"Polluted by greed and tainted by evil desires, how can humans like living in this place incomparable to hell's paradise?"
"The evil can live in illusion, but the air they breathe is pure," she sighed.
A boy not older than ten received a phone call in the middle of the night.
"Dad, big sister had an accident. The man on the phone said she was in a critical state and they were going to the hospital! We must go!"