The Cursed Immortal Human - Mio

Mio.
A name she has chosen to protect her identity. A name she has chosen to identify her current being. For as long as she could remember, she was awaken by the sound of crashing waves. Her numb body rosed from its sandy port as her long ivory robe sway with the wind. Her hair was that of pure silver that from afar, it glistens like jewelery. It was long and luxurious-- Heavenly like. She found herself wonder into town with everyone staring at a foreign person. Many of them shied away and some stare in awe. They have never seen someone so God-like, so Angelic, sent from Heaven.

The town folks began to worship her like a God. They would bring her fruits and livestock and in return, she heals them. She didn't have any past memories, except that she's woken up by the shore, is being seen as a God, and surprisingly to her, have the power to heal. Of course, death was the inevitable. It was something she cannot heal. She, at least, understood that once a person's, be it old or young, time is up, Death will come collect what's rightfully theirs. And thus, the word of a healing God started to spread throughout the country.  

A few years later, cavalry of men in shiny golden armor with huge crimson horses with ivory hair surrounded the town, demanding their God to come with them at once. She reluctantly agreed under one condition: they will not harm the townspeople for they are her family. Once agreed, she left with half the cavalry and once she was gone far enough, the remaining half killed and scavenge the townspeople that they had promised not to harm. 

Coming upon a grand castle made out of pure white marble, the structure struck familiarity within her soul. The architectural buildings strung her heart and yet, no memories of the past appear. Standing before, what they call, a King. He was close to half a century, but not quite near there. He was a handsome human being and she couldn't help to find the King attractive. After discussing the reason for her assistance, the King lead to a room and within that room lies the Queen, holding onto an heir. Her eyes stare at the pale infant. Seeing that the infant was curable, she leans over and rested her forehead against its head and before everyone in the room knows it, a pure, white glow emmited between them. A few seconds later, the pale infant's color came back and begun crying for it's mother's bosom. Seeing her as a miracle, and power, the King began his debaucherous plan.

Now that the heir is cure and lively, she was ready to go back home. The King stalled her by romancing her. He whispered sweet promises and gave her the tenderest of care. Despite feeling overwhelmed and knowing the King has his Queen, she didn't want to stay and strain the marriage even though by their laws, the King is allowed to have whomever he chooses. But in her heart, it was not right and for that, she promised him she'll stay for a month to monitor the Heir and once the month end, he shall return her. To this, the King agrees. 

1 month -- 1 Year -- 5 Years

The King had finally made her a part of his harem. After the ceremony, he didn't laid with her per ritual. He was afraid he'll taint her and she'll no longer be of value. So, he left her pure -- and lonely. She started thinking about the townspeople and their kindness. She begun to missed them. She'll walk aimlessly around her quarters as the King strictly forbids her from leaving her grounds. On the day of a ceremonial march when the Crown Prince has come of age and she remain in her quarters, she knew it was the perfect time to leave. When everyone was in a chaotic mode, she tore her ivory robe and wore a pair of maid clothes. She was in disguised. She feels wrong hiding, but she needed to see if the King kept his words. It took her about half a day to get to her home. Soon, she reached a familiar path and then--

A ghost town.

Deep, deep down inside, she feels a sense of embarrassment. She feels like a fool. Another feeling she has never once feel was anger. Stroking up behind her was the same golden cavalry that took her to the King. Surprisingly, the King was in the middle, riding high and mighty of his horse. After a few words were exchange, he rosed a hand. The golden Calvary archers all aim towards her and with his signal, arrows were being shot, killing her. Leaving her pierced body behind for any wild scavengers to eat, when the night came, she rose back from the dead, and what she and the people in the King's rule did not know was; those who have been healed by her, dies.  

It didn't take long until havoc reached the kingdom. Bandits and enemies of the Kingdom usurped the town. Screams were heard miles and miles away. With the golden cavalry dropped down significantly, all of the neighboring kingdom joined in to overthrow the once feared King. She walked into a fiery blazed hell of a Kingdom and into its sooted marble castle. Smoke from the fire filled the air, but it didn't bother her. She was looking for the King who killed her. As luck would find it, the King with multiple swords instill in him, was still alive and breathing, holding onto his precious son. She stood before him watching him from below as he pathetically pet his deceased Prince. 

"Save him." He mumbled. 
"I can't." She responded straightforwardly. "He's gone. Once Death collects their time, it's over."

The King solemnly set his son down, still not looking into her eyes.

"I don't understand.." The King spoke. "He was fine, healthy even, but he died when.."

He died after telling her. All the patients she has seen and healed died the moment her heart stop beating. One body at a time, they were dropping like flies. It also explained the mass decline of his army and people. News spread fast about what was happening and the neighboring Kingdom didn't dare lose this chance to overthrow a powerful King. She looked at her hands and blood covered them. She stumbled back and fell and shrieked at what she realized. It was then a blaze of white light appeared before her. It was a magnificent being, same colored hair and clothes she wore before and with wings. The angel before her looked at her with disgust, yet a smile showed that she got her what she deserved.

"Found you~" It said.

In an instant, a white beam shot through her head. Her body flew back and landed across from the deceased King's body. All of her past memories came flooding back to when she lived in the clouds. She was an Angel of Death, a collector of soul, and a time tic'er. She was feared not because of her title, but her beauty was enough to cause strife. It was her choice to wear a skull to prevent any ill fates between the angels. Of course, there was bound an Angel set to ruin her. 

Coming back with souls, and a tired mind, someone took advantage of her exhaustion and shoot her with the very same beam to her head, thus knocking her out of heaven and banished from the Silver Palace. And when she woke up, she woke up on the sand, near the shore where the townspeople used to live by.

Once she woke up from a memory jog from an angel, she was no longer inside a burning castle, but to where she was once laid; at the ocean's shore.

She decided to cut her hair and change clothes. Mirrors upsets her as it serves a reminder that a "God" cursed her to be an "immortal human". She sealed her healing powers, no, soul stealing powers. She was now a regular human with a long, long life span. As evolution grow and change, her body, too, change. Throughout the millennia, her form changes per area she lived. When she came upon a nest of Spiders, her form changed to that of a petite woman with short, black hair, and big, beady eyes. Humans were too much for her, but the Arachnid-humanoid were the only peaceful group of people she has found and considered liveable. They reminded her of the townspeople she knew long, long before. After traveling throughout the whole world, she decided to settle and personally serve the Arachnid Queen and its future heirs.