Part 1

The sun shone brilliantly through the window of the cottage. It was early morning, and outside, the roosters were still crowing. Inside, a teenage girl was crying, holding the body of her lifeless brother. He had died last night unexpectedly, and she was the one who found him. After several minutes she stood, retrieved a knife from the bedside drawer, and held it in her hands.

"I'm sorry." She said quietly.

With a single motion, she thrust it into her neck, spraying the room in blood as it cut the artery in her neck. She fell to the ground in an instant, motionless.

Several minutes later, the air in the cottage froze as Eigengrau arrived. She had come for the brother's soul, but the presence of the sister's body as well was unexpected, causing her to frown. She sat on the bed, next to the brother, and pulled out the Book of Fates from her robe. When she got to the entries for the siblings, she shook her head, and closed the book. Identical death dates.

"I hate suicides." She said quietly.

She looked down at the teenage girl, the blood pooling around her cooling corpse. Such a waste, she thought. But then, she had a dangerous idea. If Vordea can have the demons, and Agbus can have the angels, surely she deserves something? The fairies didn't count, she supposed, as they held no loyalty to her. No, she would take the souls of the suicides, and make them something greater. She would harness the pain and tragedy surrounding their death, yes.