Have the gods abandoned me?

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I slumped in front of death’s porch, holding my side with a weak hand, my breathing ragged and uneven as blood
continued to trickle from my nose, and from the scratches and wounds on my forehead.

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I coughed up, my free hand automatically placing itself on my neck. The sensation of their hands was still there, along
with visible strangle marks, purple and blue.

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Kaia. Such a beautiful name for the spirit of life herself. How am I the spirit of life when I couldn’t even fight back
against 3 men. In my past lives, I used to win battles against armies of brave men, now, I struggle to even breath.

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My heart is now weak, my strength fading from me with every beat, as the rushing sound of my own blood echoed in my
ears. How ironic is it for the Spirit of Life to be dying right now?

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The door finally creaked open and Damian, whom the gods blessed with death, peered out. I struggled to get up and when
he noticed me, he immediately stepped out to tend to me.

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“What fucking happened to you?” He asked with a worried tone, his hands on my shoulders.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t know where else to go.” I sobbed, my tears starting to run down my cheeks.

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Gentle arms wrapped around me, protectively, my head resting on his chest. My weak heart, finally at calm with his. In
his arms, the last of my strength finally blew with the wind and my vision went black.

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Her unconscious frame completely slumped on mine; her arms fell gracefully to the black marble tiles of my porch. With
her last breath, she muttered out, “Daime.” – the name she called me throughout our thousands of lives.

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I am Death, Life’s other half. We were two sides of the same coin. In our past thousand lives, it was her who would bring
my soul back to the realm. Now, here I am to harness her soul myself. Something I refused to do in our past lives.

In the books, this meant the end of her journey. This meant that the gods had abandoned her.

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Have the gods truly abandoned you?