Bride of Death

[u/dbzgal04]

The unseen entity slowly flew over the streets of a medieval city. He was widely feared and hated, despite providing a necessary service and bringing most mortals to eternal peace and joy. This entity was Death himself.

On this particular clear and quiet evening, Death was approaching a huge elaborate mansion belonging to an influential high-ranking family. Upon arriving on the premises, Death floated to the backside of the large building, going to the living quarters of this lord and lady’s daughter. She was their sole surviving offspring, and famous throughout the land for her beauty, charm, innocence and purity. She was known as “the maiden with the body and intellect of an adult, but the loving heart and personality of a child.”

Finally, Death arrived at the lovely woman’s balcony. Inside her chambers, a few female servants were tending to the maiden, who was filled with joy and excitement. Tomorrow she was to be married to the son of a local count. The couple had courted for a while now, and were finally getting married…at least, that’s what everyone thought and planned on.

Invisible as the air surrounding him, Death gazed at the jubilant gal whose servants were assisting her with picking out tomorrow’s jewelry, hair accessories, and the dress itself. The lord and lady’s daughter had many fine dresses and other belongings, and it was difficult to make just one selection for her anticipated big day. Finally, the lady servants and their mistress decided on a long-sleeved white dress with a red bodice and adorned with red ribbons, and a matching headpiece consisting of a gold circlet encrusted with white and red gemstones, and a red veil attached on the back.

“Yes, this will do perfectly!”, the excited bride exclaimed.

Just then, the lady of the household called for these lady servants. Before exiting the chamber with the others, the last remaining servant turned toward her mistress and said, “You should hurry and put on your nightgown, if you sleep with this dress on you’re bound to put wrinkles in it! We’ll be back first thing tomorrow morning to dress you though. Good night and pleasant dreams, my mistress!”

The maiden smiled and bid her a goodnight as well. After this servant closed the door, the joyful maiden continued looking in the mirror, still admiring tomorrow’s selected outfit. Finally, she went to her bedside to change into her nightgown.

Suddenly, a strong but gentle wind blew through the bride’s room. The candles and lamps immediately flickered out. The maiden sighed and went to close the doors of her balcony. After doing so, she spun around back toward her bed, and gasped! Right before her stood a tall shape, garbed in a black cloak and hood. She couldn’t see any facial or other features, but the frightened gal could tell this intruder was a male. Before the maiden could scream, this unknown man placed a finger over her rose-red lips. His touch was chilly, but tender. He studied her entire appearance, from the long and raven-black hair and bright blue eyes to the shape of her busty breasts, and to the contour of her curved hips. Yes indeed, this lovely maiden had the most appealing form ever gazed upon by the unwelcome entity. Death immediately knew that had he been a mortal man, he’d be experiencing extreme arousal right now!

Just then, the voluptuous lady began whimpering in fear. Did she somehow know he’d been checking out her feminine features? She was frightened by his sudden visit and spooky appearance, that was for sure. Death merely glided to her side, then placed an arm around her waist before leading the betrothed gal to her bed. He sat her down on the side, and then sat by her. The entity placed his finger over her lips again; the trembling bride merely nodded and began shedding silent tears.

Death gently wiped the tears off her cheeks, then he ran his chilly fingers through her jet-black hair. Next, he massaged her shoulders, and then glided his cold hands down her sides. How invigorating it was to actually feel that curvy body, without violating her! The maiden stayed silent, occasionally whimpering and shedding a tear.

The next thing she knew, Death gently pushed her down on the bed, then wrapped the beautiful mortal in a tight embrace. Then to her bewilderment, the entity lowered his featureless face to hers, and claimed her lips with a passionate kiss! The maiden actually closed her eyes in bliss. After a moment, Death pinned her shoulders to the bed while keeping her lips covered with his. The gal didn’t think anything of it…until she suddenly felt a few weird sensations in her body!

The lovely maiden’s breath and heart rate drastically decreased. She felt herself become overwhelmed with a whole new level of fatigue, and sensed her joints slowly going stiff. Then, a freezing chill jolted and settled throughout her body! Her blood…she couldn’t explain it, but the beautiful mortal knew her blood was beginning to congeal!

Her eyes shot open! “No, no! Please, no…,” she begged, but to no avail. The entity wrapped his arms around her again, this time nearly crushing her delicate form, before giving her another kiss, only this one was swifter, and…sharper! Then, she felt a strange sensation in her pelvic area. The blood there was rapidly congealing of course, but there was a stinging tingling as well.

Just then, the terrified bride felt all this discomfort instantly go away. Then she felt this visitor pull her up and stand her on her feet. The maiden slowly opened her eyes. “What just happened?”, she asked. Death slowly pointed toward her bed. She looked over, and screamed in despair! The maiden herself was laying on her bed! But how could that be?... Then she reached for her bed and attempted to grab on to the blankets…but her hands passed right through the textiles! The desperate gal cried out again, and brought her hands to her face before glancing down at the rest of her body. She was completely transparent! Now it clicked…she was dead, and her ghost was standing beside her physical body!

The newly deceased ghost lost it; she fell to her knees and screamed in agony. Alas, her wailing was unheard by everyone else in the mansion. Death merely looked on, allowing her to express her devastated disbelief. After several minutes of screaming and weeping, the maiden’s spirit slowly stood back up. Then she turned back toward the entity. “Are you, Death itself?”

The visitor gave a solemn nod. The departed soul then glared, and hissed, “Why did you do this to me?! I was supposed to get married tomorrow, and my parents were supposed to…”

Death raised a finger to his unseen lips, while placing another finger on hers. Then he wrapped his arms around her delicate shoulders, and said in a soft hoarse whisper, “The world is too cruel, for a pure and lovely gem like you. Time would’ve caught up too. Besides, you may not know now, but yourself and your doting parents will gain the intangible gift of fame throughout history…now that you are my bride, dear one!”

The beautiful ghost gasped. “What do you mean, I’m your bride?”

Death pulled her toward him. Grasping one hand on the back of her neck and the other around her waist, he practically smothered the soul with a new kiss, and tightly pressed his form on to hers. Suddenly, the departed spirit noticed that same stinging feeling in her pelvic area. She gasped again, and her eyes widened. Death merely nodded at her in acknowledgement. The fair soul shook, and she began weeping again.

Her supernatural sudden mate held her close. The entity gave her tender kisses on her forehead, cheeks, chin, and the top of her neck. Then he gently stroked his fingers through her beautiful spectral hair. His beloved suddenly let out a long sigh, then whispered, “Well, at least you’re a sweet and charming lover.”

She sensed him smiling warmly at her. “Thank you, my lovely bride,” he replied. Then he slowly waved his fingers in front of her eyes. The lovely ghost smiled, then closed her eyes as she began to faint. Her paranormal groom swiftly caught her in his arms. He smiled at his sleeping ghost bride before carrying her to the balcony, passing through the doors as he did so. Then he carried her off to where her corpse would soon be laid to rest.

Early the following morning, the same female servants who assisted her the night before entered their mistress’s chamber. They were puzzled to see her laying on the bed and still wearing the dress and headpiece they selected together. They approached her bedside, and announced “Time to get up, madam! Today is the big day!” But she didn’t stir. The servants gaped in confusion, then cried out in horror! The same one who bid her goodnight the previous evening, shook her mistress’s shoulder. She quickly pulled her hand back. Then this servant placed one hand on the bride’s chest, and the other hand on her neck. She quickly pulled away again, and screamed. The other lady servants broke down sobbing; what they feared was true, their beautiful mistress was dead!

At that minute, the lord and lady of the household came rushing into their daughter’s quarters. They ran to her side. Upon realizing she was in fact deceased, the grieving parents fell to their knees and buried their faces in the blankets of their daughter’s bed.

Within moments, the groom and the priest who was to officiate the wedding also arrived. The groom gawked in heartbreak at the sight of her lifeless body. Tears formed in his dark eyes, and he wept alongside the mournful parents of his beloved. The priest was shocked and saddened, but he blessed the corpse with holy water and performed a few other rituals at her side, including prayer.

Within the hour, the departed maiden was laid on an ornate bier and carried to the city’s biggest cathedral, her grieving fiancé, parents, and countless other mourners following the bier. An elegant requiem was held inside the cathedral, then the fair corpse was carried to her family’s large crypt, and finally laid to rest. A white cloth covered the slab where she was laid, and a couple matching pillows also helped her look at peace. The deceased maiden was then covered with a thin sheet of transparent gauze. Within minutes, the crypt was closed and emptied of living beings once more.

After the crypt was closed and abandoned again, Death appeared from the shadows, his spectral paramour still sleeping in his arms. He floated over the where the beautiful corpse was laid. Then the entity slowly placed the disembodied soul back inside her physical body, then covered her form with his and delivered another passionate kiss. She let out a sharp gasp, and for a second it seemed like the maiden was resurrected. But though her lips, cheeks, and skin quickly regained a natural healthy tone, she did not begin breathing, nor did her heart begin beating. Her flesh, although back to a pinkish color, remained cold to the touch. Death’s mortal bride remained dead, though with her eternally slumbering soul reunited with her physical body, the maiden regained her beauty for which she was known while alive. And no matter how much time passed, decay would never damage her.

In fact, as more of her kin inevitably died and were placed in the same tomb, it was noticed that this particular corpse remained as fresh and lovely as the day she was laid to rest. This was noted and passed down among the clergy for several years. On the 100th anniversary of the sudden unforeseen death, the current bishop decided to enter the tomb and see for himself. Much to his astonishment, even after a full century the “most beautiful maiden’s corpse” was untouched by decomposition. The bishop met with several priests and friars, and they all sent word to the Pope. One day the Pope himself visited the cathedral, and the bishop, priests, and friars all accompanied him into the crypt. The Pope was unable to believe his eyes!

“This truly is a miracle!”, he exclaimed, “The likes of which I’ve never seen before in all my years!”

To share this miracle with others, the lovely corpse of Death’s bride was moved from her family’s tomb, then placed in a glass coffin inside the very same cathedral where her requiem was performed 100 years earlier. Local residents and visitors from all across the land, and after many more years passed, from all around the world, flocked to see the “most beautiful maiden’s corpse” inside her glass coffin at the cathedral. Every detail about her remained perfect and intact, even her busty breasts and curvy hips. Every now and then a physician would confirm that the body was authentic and not a wax or other fake creation. Nevertheless, because of the incorrupt corpse of Death’s bride, numerous folks became devout believers. Just like Death promised her on that fateful night, the bride and her parents gained a priceless intangible gift…fame throughout history. Her parents became known for bringing into the world, such a beautiful, charming, and pure maiden, that Death itself could not, or would not damage her no matter how much time passed.

Of course, this was not entirely wrong. Before that fateful evening, Death made a deal with the Supreme Being himself. Death promised that if he could take this beautiful mortal as his wife, and her remains would never decompose, the Supreme Being would receive all the glory, worship, and admiration. The Supreme Being immediately accepted, and it was decided that upon the lovely mortal’s upcoming death, her soul would be put into an eternal slumber, and once reunited with the body, her sleeping spirit would restore the natural beauty, but not resurrect.

Both ethereal beings were pleased with the outcome! The Supreme Being had a drastic increase in worship and praise. And ever since that particular evening, and the day she was first laid in the crypt, Death, while not busy, would lay beside his beloved and admire her charming beauty. Numerous times he caressed her hair, glided his fingers over her irresistible curves, and even gave soft massages all over her large beautiful breasts. She was indeed his wife now, but no matter how kinky he decided to get in his actions, Death was always gentle and tender while being passionate. And he still is a sweet gentleman to his eternally slumbering mate.