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The goddess towered above him standing horrified. He held his son in his hands, the sword was still submerged and the blood was still dropping.
It wasn't my fault! I had too! I-I killed him! I killed my boy! How could I?!
The goddess took her son from the murderer’s hands. She was the goddess of death. She always leads souls to the afterlife. But she never wanted to lead her own son’s soul. And by the hands of her husband? What had happened?
She put the body down onto the ground until the soul only she could see appeared in front of her. She put out her hand which was taken with a smile.
It wasn’t supposed to be his time. Limbo was a dangerous place but it’s where he belonged right now. She led him into the light that came from nowhere.
Phil watched as she did her job and grabbed the body’s hand now. Without the soul it had become just a corpse. He seen Kristen but she had since disappeared. She never came back.