Shades of the Shadowlands
Death used to be mortal, but he abandoned his mortality when he discovered the entrance to the Shadowlands. His spilled blood had opened the crevasse, and he could do nothing to stop his downward spiral into Death’s realm.
Bluish light, cold as ice, illuminated the Shadowlands. Stalactites dripped from the ceiling, and he had skirted around them. He’d planned to challenge the original Death and combat against him like heroes of old. His sword had gleamed in the pale light. Shapes formed slowly, like a near-sighted person squinting into the distance. Blacked shadows metamorphosed into many souls.
He’d recognized loved ones, friends, enemies. All resided in the Shadowlands in the end, and they had swarmed around his fading life.
But now these shades were in his keep. The years had passed, and his lands expanded to conform to these dearly departed souls. Death used to be a mortal man, but now he was so much more.