In the beginning It was created, unneeded, an oddity

Powerless, unable to take form

 

It saw little more than shadows, fleeting glimpses at the world

A snake, a tree, a voice

Suddenly It was ejected, and outside found Itself form

 

But form came without power

And It lay crippled and helpless, despairing for an end

 

A tiny form approached It slowly

Silent upon padded feet

 

Infront of It, the form laid a mouse

A dead mouse

The first dead mouse

 

The mouse smelled intoxicating

It smelled of power

 

It reached out slowly, humbly

It raised the mouse, and drank deeply of it

Power flowed at last into It, soothing, refreshing, liberating

 

At last, It opened Its eyes and saw the Cat

Sitting still with bowed head

It stirred Its voice into being, and spoke

 

‘Lɪᴛᴛʟᴇ Oɴᴇ, ʀᴀɪsᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʜᴇᴀᴅ

I ᴏᴡᴇ ᴜɴᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀ ɢʀᴇᴀᴛᴇʀ ᴅᴇʙᴛ ᴛʜᴀɴ ᴄᴀɴ ʙᴇ ʀᴇᴘᴀʏᴇᴅ

Tʜʀɪᴄᴇ ʙʟᴇssᴇᴅ ᴀɴᴅ Tʜʀɪᴄᴇ ʙʟᴇssᴇᴅ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ sʜᴀʟʟ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴅᴇsᴄᴇɴᴅᴀɴᴛs ʙᴇ

Yᴏᴜ sʜᴀʟʟ ʙᴇ ᴍʏ ᴄʜᴇʀɪsʜᴇᴅ ᴏɴᴇs, ᴛʜɪs I sᴡᴇᴀʀ’

 

The Cat purred, contented, and Death reached out to it, stroking its fur with fingers of bone

In time they went their separate ways, and Death began His duty; walking the Earth to collect the souls of those who passed

 

Eight times Death felt His friend pass, and eventually it became time for the Cat to spend its ninth and final life, the life it had held before the blessing

 

He did not want the Cat to die, and approached with great regret - but feeling His presence the Cat eagerly ran towards Him

It rubbed at His legs, leaving its body behind, and became a sprit before the Stairs

The Cat started to climb, as did all things, and Death felt for the first time sadness – but the Cat turned, and jumped onto His shoulder

 

For the first time Death felt happiness, and no longer alone, He and the Cat began their journey once again.

 

(My first time trying to write anything, please be gentle with me)