Hello, my friends. This little prologue is not really necessary, but I figured it'd benefit you guys somehow. I'll be updating monthly, earlier if I can manage. For now, I hope you enjoy this chapter. Tah Taahh~

CHAPTER 1- Prologue

She didn't truly remember what happened when she encountered her second (Third? Fourth?) experience with Death. All she remembered was falling… falling into a dark abyss where she couldn't escape. There was nothing but the shadows to keep her company. She was terrified of the prospect of being alone in this void. So she ran, she didn't know where, but she ran. She ran even though the dark seemed to stretch for miles upon miles and never end...

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Small, delicate hands stretched out into the darkness, reaching for something that was not there.

'Don't leave me.'

Desperate emerald eyes shined with unshed tears, searching through the dark void.

'Please.'

Pale lips spread apart in a silent cry of despair.

'I don't want to be alone.'

Blood red curls flowed behind her, vibrant compared to the inky blackness.

'I don't want to be alone anymore.'

The young girl fell to her knees, tears feeling trailing down her pale face.

'Help me, please.'

Ashen hands shot from the darkness and snaked around her shaking body from behind, pulling her into a cold embrace.

"Hush. I am here. You are no longer alone." A sweet, melodic voice crooned chillingly into her ear. "I will never leave you."

The girl's lips stretched into a relieved smile before her fragile body slumped, scarlet hair falling over her like waves. Amber eyes glowed from the cloak of shadows and observed the unconscious child before pulling away, ashen hands sinking into the darkness. The orbs blinked at the cooling body of the human child before speaking sharply.

"Wake up, Mistress."

As if a spell had been broken, an ethereal voice of a deeper yet feminine tone groaned out. Silvery mist began to slowly pour out of the child's limp body in periodic waves, pooling onto the ground before conforming into a faint silhouette. The cloud of white pulsed once, twice, then dramatically fell away to reveal a young woman standing over the body of the red headed girl.

The being wore a flowing deep purple dress that fell to her knees, decorated with silver wrought armor that bore the resemblance of dragons taking flight upon her shoulders. Her slender wrists were wrapped in reinforced gauntlets that took the image of metallic scales. Her vivid blood red curls were neatly clasped back with a silver circlet, a tear-drop red gem falling against her forehead. The woman turned and her fiery green irises clashed with molten amber.

There was a beat of silence.

Then the ashen pale hand reached out once more from the shadows and made a movement as if to pull something away from the air. Seconds later, a woman of equal beauty was revealed, a cloak as black as the abyss nestled in the crook of her arm. She too wore a purple dress, though it closely resembled black. A purple overcoat in a lighter shade completed the ensemble, sleeveless and flowing. Her pearly white hair was plaited into intricate waves with an ornamental clip, matching well with her silver circlet which showed off the upright triangle with a bisected circle within it engraved onto her forehead.

None batted an eye when the human child's body sunk into the unseen depths.

The being of shadows cocked her head to the side, "Was your second life not to your liking, Mistress?"

With a sigh, the redheaded women spoke in a soft tenor, "It's not the same."

The other's lips curled into a smirk and she drawled, "No two lives are the same, Mistress."

The redhead huffed, "You know what I meant, Death."

"I suppose your previous life as the Woman-Who-Conquered was too… influential. Might I suggest a gender change and a suppression of memories for your next trip to the Land of the Living?" The albino's lips widened into a gleeful smirk. There was only groan in response.

"If the Mistress wishes it, I can cater to your inclination of serving as the Martyr of Humans." Death continued when her mistress didn't answer, "Or I can send you to the other realms. The Champion of Death hasn't been around there lately, perhaps you can stage something to keep the Others from realizing my lack of one."

The woman rolled her eyes, "You forget that I am your so-called Champion, however unwilling. Life had appointed me that position."

Death only sniffed, "I suppose you wouldn't be satisfied with the options given to you. As such, I propose a deal."

The woman slowly raised an eyebrow, "A deal?"

"I cannot send you back to your original world, you have no place there anymore. I can, however, send you to one not unlike your own. Haryn Potter-Black does not exist in that timeline, but your male counterpart does. Harry Potter."

"And I will take over his body?" Haryn asked, anticipation rising within her.

"No, Life has already tied a soul to the body. I cannot interfere. However, I am able to tie you into a body that has not yet been bonded with a soul, it just won't be as perfect of a fitting as your counterpart's body." Death answered.

"That is fine." Haryn breathed out, "Have you found a suitable host for me?"

"Indeed I have." Death's amber eyes glittered ominously, "The mother of your host is a devout follower. Her Gift is strongly tied to the Beyond, so you will not be questioned about the skills you possess, but you will need to retrain your abilities to match your body's development. Your sire has passed approximately three years ago."

"And how old will the body be?" She questioned, not surprised by her magical restrictions. Necromancy was a skill she had picked up after years of acting as Death's Mistress. Her new body would have to adjust to it along with her large reserves in magic.

A smirk graced Death's pale lips, "You misinterpret me, Mistress. The body is still in the womb, but not for long."

"Not for long…" Haryn's eyebrows slowly climbed as dread settled in her eyes, "Death, you can't possibly mean I have to-"

"It seems to be time..." Death smirked evilly.

"Oh no. Oh no no no!"

"It seems your new body is calling, Mistress."

"Death, don't you dare-!"

"Enjoy."

With a snap of Death's finger, Haryn unceremoniously dropped into the void with an indignant yelp. Death only watched her mistress' descent with a growing smirk.

~.~.~

In a towering manor hidden deep within a forest, a high pitch wail broke out from within its dreary walls.

"WAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH-"

"It's a girl!"

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