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There's something about soulmates, twin flames, and other halves. Humans; they're so fickle, even when the world already ties them to someone they'll have for the rest of their lives, either friends, enemies, or lovers. Til death do them part.
What about someone who has no soul? No heart. Do they have soulmates? And if they do, does half the heart of the person they love feel complete? There's a belief that two beings share stardust, in turn having this familiar feeling when meeting.
If omnipotent beings have been around for centuries, is it plausible for them to share the same stardust with one person?
For death... it did. It will.
Having met Agatha centuries ago felt familiar. Up until now, even after Nicky, Rio would feel Agatha no matter where she was. Well, before and after having the Darkhold.
It's curious how Rio has stayed this long waiting for her beloved, even when she'd be pushed away. The answer is because it doesn't matter. Her form is for Agatha only.
Why would Death ever have the thought to make a human form of herself when her job was to take people and transition them into the afterlife? Her purpose was to collect souls and move on.
Until Agatha. When Agatha saw her with no skin, all bones, she saw fascination. How could that be? Everyone was already frightened by the concept of death, how much more so when they see Death herself.
Rio recalled how Agatha watched her take Evanora's soul without mourning. To Rio, she couldn't fathom how this witch took out a whole coven. She's seen great power for centuries, but for some reason, she felt an inexplicable pull towards this random girl in the woods.
Throughout their relationship, Rio had made a form more palatable for Agatha to look at. Though Agatha didn't mind if Rio had kept her original form. If anything, it felt more intimate.
Year after year in the 1700s, Lady Death had the faculties for a "heart" to "beat," tear ducts to "cry," and everything an average human would usually possess. All because of Agatha. The irony here is that they created life, a beautiful son who looked most like Rio. It was not long after until it came time for Nicholas Scratch to go. After all, if one half of the child was made from a mortal and one from death, it was pre-determined.
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After centuries of push and pull, Agatha kissed her once more.
In Westview, the green sky rumbled as Lady Death finally felt her beloved's lips for the first time in a long time. Rio wanted nothing more than to hold her. It was raw, passionate, exhilarating, but most of all... it was forgiving. Agatha held her like it was the first time they made love in the cabin that they knew to be home. She smelled the same. They both did.
Rio felt Agatha's hands caress her cheek with her warm hands. Reciprocating, she ran her hands on Agatha's body, soon enough to her pulse. What felt like comfort soon fell into realization. Her beloved was siphoning her powers through the kiss. They both knew a mortal body cannot handle the power of an eternal being.
As the Green Witch, she thought to heal Agatha as her powers were being siphoned. But she could feel her pulse. She could feel it getting rapid, and in that moment, all Rio could do was kiss her harder. What's there to do if the powers of Death were already consuming Agatha into the veil?
This was not how she was supposed to die. This is not what Rio planned. She had more years. They had more years.
If people say Death never cries, here is the proof to counter that claim. Agatha soon becomes engulfed in the smoke, floating further from Rio's lips, yet even when she had closed her eyes, Agatha wiped one last tear from her beloved's cheek.
When Rio felt the pulse stop, she opened her eyes and saw the inevitable. She won't even be able to collect Agatha to ferry her into the afterlife and be together truly after death because of their deal. What now?
Once Agatha falls to the ground, Rio makes sure to bury her and grow flowers on her grave. She retires the form she made only for Agatha. If she doesn't feel her witch's heart beat anymore, she dies with it.
Agatha Harkness was her only lifeline, her way of breathing oxygen in and back out. Death has no pulse, but Agatha did. She was her pulse.
What now that she can't even collect her soul? Rio Vidal died with her. Death cannot end until the sun takes every being in the universe, yet for a moment in her existence, she felt closer to the earth than ever.
The skin that Death created for Agatha will retire with the last feeling being her touch.