[Geist - Calanthe] The Ties That Bind

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OOC: Yup, yet another piece of fiction from me for the killing challenge. I have another one I am working on as well. This is also the first piece of fiction for my new Geist character :)



I killed my sister. I don’t mean that I physically harmed her, but I did take the Geist that should have been hers, that she was destined for and by doing so I killed her, well, I should have anyway.

Lillian had always been the golden child of the family, even though she was younger than me she was the one the family expected the most from. Maybe that was why I made the choice I did. Having been offered a chance to be the family’s next Sin-Eater I chose to take the risk, maybe hoping by that act that I could finally surpass her in their eyes.

But then of course she got sick and by the rules of what I had become there was nothing I could do for her. It didn’t stop me looking though, researching, talking to ghosts and such, dredging up as much Underworld Lore as I could to see if there was anything at all I could do to save her life. It all answered the same though, if her time had come then that was it, I had to let her pass.

It ate at me, watching her sicken and knowing there was nothing I was permitted to do to save her. It was no unnatural death, this was her time and that was the end of the matter. I would have given up The Blacklock in a heartbeat to save her, even if it meant my own death, but I couldn’t undo that bond, only my death would and that could not come now, not in time.

So when another Geist saved her I was so relieved I cried, though not where she could see it. Even if she has drifted away from the family, she is at least still with us and I could not be more grateful for that.

I don’t meddle in death, not in that way. I don’t take lives and I don’t save them. I am a Necromancer, I seek to understand what death is and what it means to die and cross over, but that does not give me the licence to take a life. I am not Death, I do not choose when someone’s time has come, I merely witness it.

If I ever forget that I should remind myself that I killed my sister, I almost lost someone I love dearly because I made a selfish choice that almost cost her, her life. There are consequences to every action and killing someone has some of the biggest ripples of any event. You cannot know the cost for that person’s life, what price you will pay for their death. But believe me there is a price, there is always a price.