Wraiths
Posted in LittleTales June 13th, 2007

A child’s ball rolls into the street. They know better, they have been told many times it is a dangerous place they should not go. The voice whispering in their ear, cares not, prompts them to run out into the street to retrieve it.

The Devil, has only had one moment of true folly. We are all in some way paying for it now. As he does all he can to deny man the grace he denied himself. Well aware that God is all powerful. The only course of action left to him is to argue for circumstances in which a mere angel like himself can gain access to power that would otherwise never be his.

The first of these discourse, were over God’s control of death. His argument a simple one. If God truly wanted man to have free will. Then a God that chose their passing, would be one obeyed because of fear and not out of a higher understanding.

Death was given form long before man walked the earth. It wasn’t however until man was many in numbers. Did the Devil give up on Death becoming an apostle of his. Unable to conjure an argument that could convince Death, it was evil simply because of what it is. A new plan was formed to make its power his.

He realised that the only power he possessed was over the foolish souls of men. The very same souls he needed to dampen the fires of hell. If he was to have any hope of controlling the power of death. Some way had to be found to give that which he wanted to man. To that end a simple question was asked. What is to be done with the souls of men after their passing?

Sure that he could use God’s desire that mankind be govern by their choices. The Devil argued that Death knew and therefor loved God far to much. To ever allow a fatal choice to come to pass if it would interfere with God’s plan. That what was needed, was a new layer with the power of possibilities found in free will.

To that end the souls of some were chosen to become Wraiths. In each the power of death took shape, leaving a new version in its wake. With the ability to see the path of a life before them, the possible times they could end. In that power their caveat laid. For in order for a Wraith to continue it had to take what it cut short from the living.

With the souls of men acting as agents of death. The Devil was certain in his ability to marshal the ones that chose to endure. He supposed that only those as selfish as him would continue to survive as long as they could. Creating the circumstances he needed to gain some control over the mortality of men.

A child’s ball rolls into the street. Another Wraith chooses to survive and that child dies. The Devil smiles, tempting any that questions the free will that is given to them. God comforts all that takes their grief unto him. For they know the plan has always been life everlasting after death.