It stood on the grassy patch, soaked with rain. It watched from behind many trees, keeping its hands together, politely atop of each other, weary of touching any trees it could come in contact to. What was it watching? Why a new life is being born. A human life. Though humans weren’t its favorite, it believed they were a very complex and beautiful species. The whines of the little creature were scratchy and pitchy, but never too loud, just painful to hear. It walks over to the child to get a closer look, to see this child being born to the world. The newborn breathed hard, the steam coming off his body and from his warm breath. It looked at the now new mother, holding the baby with all she had. It could hear her pain, her hard breaths that her lungs couldn’t handle. It could hear her choking cries of happiness and fear, it could see the blood-stained table, it could see the dull eyes. Its careful hands touched the head of the mother, rubbing in a soothing motion, moving her hair away from her sweat-soaked face. Suddenly, she looked at it. Her eyes widened, just a little, and whispered, “Mom…?” as the remaining tears fell from her eyes and her last breath was caught by the thin, cold air. Her eyes clouded as it lifted its cadaverous hand.
It saw multiple people surround her limp body. Wailing could be heard; tears were streaming from a man’s face, and a woman could be seen comforting him from behind.
“Death is unforgiving,” she had said as he hugged him tight to then move her focus to the baby, tears pouring from her eyes. It looked down at the Memory that had settled nicely and floating above the mother’s lap. A spherical orb that was the las remaining remnant of the now deceased mother. That was its purpose: to end life. After all, it has taken the title Death.