He had, reluctantly, killed many all to save a child's life. He saved many more in both penance for his crimes, and the desire to undo the darkness he caused. The gods weighed him in judgement, and, memories intact, he was allowed rebirth. Allowed to know a new path, where he could continue to help others before they, too, could fall into darker lives.
https://peakd.com/fiction/@internutter/challenge-03308-i020-repaid-in-full -- Anon Guest
In the Realm of Twilight Shadows, the kingdom of Death, the entity known as Mistress Dark rules all. The Reapers are her army and guides to the souls. Many come with gods to claim them, and are sent on to their relative judgements.
Few arrive to her full mercies. Fewer still have the aura of a hero emanating from their shade. Even fewer arrive like that with an attitude of deep shame.
The shade knelt, echoes if their living form still visible in their ephemeral form. "Goddess of all, who is feared of all, she who receives all the guests... I can only beg your mercy for my sins. I am ready for the sentence you will condemn me to."
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