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As my last moments faded into existence I looked around at the life I built. It's been decades since I had contemplated about the afterlife. The things I've done, the sins I committed… I admit I pushed it out of my mind throughout the years. Creating a false illusion that everything would be fine. But now it's time to accept my fate. My chuckle turned into a cough, I never would have imagined living until 60. The last images of my trusted companions/subordinates, my family, faded as I closed my eyes for the last time.
I awoke to an unforgiving world. Creatures of all sorts crawled, slithered, and dragged themselves around the place. Dread filled me, knowing damn well where I was. I hoped that there was no after, that life just ceased to exist and you would be nothing more than a memory. That thought inspired me more than this grim reality. My arms pushed my body up and I began to dust myself till I came to the realization that my body didn't ache. A murky puddle beside me explained why. My reflection was myself, but at 24. Back before everything was taken from me… I examined myself closer and took in every detail. My eyes where now black with red irises. My skin was a dull pink, with the light one might confuse it for gray. My hair, once (h/c) was now blue and long. And my teeth no longer human but razor sharp tips. My once short black blue hair now reached my waist. What really stood out were tiny black wings on my back and tiny black ears on the sides of my head. The look inspired me of a bat. I had died with my usual "work" attire, a button up black colored shirt and a split pencil skirt, exactly what I was wearing now.
As I explored the details I failed to notice the world surrounding me kept on moving. I was brought out of my trance, someone was tapping my shoulder. I turned towards his direction. "What do you want?" I spat out. I despised being touched. "Well look at what we have here." he smirked "fresh meat. Cunt, this is my territory. I'd watch how you talk to- " I cut him off with a swift punch to the throat. "I'm sorry, what did you call me?". He coughed and gasped as he tried to find his words. "Why you little bitch" he finally mustered up through the fits. He propelled himself up and lunged at me. I jumped towards him, reaching for his neck. To both of our surprise, black smoke conjured from my palm and formed into a larger stronger version of my hand. It grabbed him and I felt his shape in my own as if I was holding a doll. Simultaneously he whimpered and I grinned. I rolled me fingers around him as I relished in this newfound power. Without hesitation I squeeze my hand into a fist. Cracks and squishing could be heard as I showed no mercy. I would have to build a new name for myself here if I were to live here for eternity.