Eternal Life

I had just turned 300 when my Grandmother had been chosen.

The commune gathered in the shrine, and we watched her take her Last Sacrament, before she was taken away to the House of Death.

It was nearly a year later when I received my invitation to the Mass. We sat in rows, dressed in our black shrouds. The Necrologist intoned the words of the ceremony that we knew by heart. "It is only through Eternal Death that we may experience Eternal Life."

We walked up to the chancel, and the curtain was lifted. My grandmother lay in her deathbed, surrounded by the acolytes. Her once frail body had bloated, in reaction to the toxins that had been injected. Tubes drained the necrotic fluid, where it was blessed by the surrounding acolytes. All my life, I had known of where the sacrament came from, but never seen it personally. I looked into my grandmother's tear filled eyes, as I took the elixir of Life.

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