Sorry if this is a stupid story. I tried. I think I failed. 


The doll was just a doll. She had an owner who loved her very much and she lived in the most gorgeous of castles.


One day, her owner’s Lusii came home and gave the owner a very precious thing.


It was a brooch. But, not just any brooch. With this brooch came ultimate power of the dead, necromancy, in fact. The Lusii warned the girl not to play with it, for she did not know how much responsibility this held.


Two days after, the Lusii promptly died, hoping that the girl would carry on the legend of her family and bloodline at the age of 16.


The girl, being a curious person at heart, prodded the brooch. The shovel covered with dirt was first incinerated. Then the entire room except for the girl, who leapt away in fright.


From the brooch, a light began to shine. Its beam hurtling up at the sky, opening a gateway from where all souls, lost or found, began to descend into Earth.


Ghosts began to walk the Earth, as tragedies turned into even more somber affairs. Funerals were postponed or canceled as the loved ones began to walk again, but with terrifying consequences.


The ghosts inside of the almost-inanimate bodies were far too lethal to walk the Earth again. Their minds have seen too much and their bodies have been through too much.


Even the Lusii awoke again, its mind turned into havoc by the spell of the 7 year old girl.


The girl wanted to do something. She wanted to stop this. But she couldn’t, since the power of the spirits were too strong for an apprentice like her. She locked herself in her castle for months. Years. More than a decade. Until the girl was the age of a young adult.


By this time, the dead scoured the Earth and constantly knocked at her door. They wished to kill their loved ones, to make them see the things they have seen. To bring “prosperity” in their own horrific ways. Beheadings, torturing, burning alive, all this was broadcasted in the News Stations before everybody there died.


At the fresh age of 16, the girl decided to suicide. The hope that she had extinguished, and all faith was lost. Using the spear that she used to murder her Lusii five years ago, she stabbed herself, through the heart and soul point of the entire body.


The ghosts left the castle, leaving it to rot.


The doll awoke, as the girl’s soul entered it. The two minds inside shared a single mission, to bring hope to the remaining people of this slaughter.


The two minds, Janus and Terminus alike, began its plan. The dusty old brooch, sitting on a long rusted metal shelf was plucked away and worn by this doll. She called her Lusii and it lived again.


It was beneficial, this time. And the girl inside of the cracked doll remembered what the Lusii said, nine long years ago.


When you’re sixteen…


Since the clocks have long stopped working and the generator in the basement was withered to pieces, the girl had no means of time or life itself. But she knew that somehow, today, she would balance her sins and make things right.


The tiny doll rode on the Lusii’s back, over the Grand Canyon, past the Rocky Mountains and the White House.


The Lusii stopped over the Atlantic Ocean.


The doll chanted the words.


Sin or not


Assured or sure


Every soul shall be no more


A little girl’s grim mistake


Will not be of heartache


As loved ones are erased


Nostalgia awake


Quod Animae, recedemus


Quod Animae, recedemus


Quod Animae, recedemus!


At this, the doll slipped.


The brooch evaporated.


The Lusii fell dead.


In the Ocean, no sound was heard.


As the wings of a doll seemed to spread and fall.


Sacrifice for a sacrifice, life for a life.


Maybe this time, there would be no strife.



Sooner or later, people began to prospire again.


They prayed to the Great Angel of Janus and Terminus.


Janus = Choices


Terminus = End


Choices may cause your end.


But ends cannot cause your choices.



Ahaha. To sum it all up:


Don’t give up, it’s not like the world’ll end. Even if it does (*coughcough Walking Dead, Z Nation, The Last of Us etc.), there’s still hope. Even if it comes 9 years later. 
...That was a dumb moral/story and I'm sorry. ...Looking back on it, WOW, WHAT WAS I THINKING, THIS IS A STUPID IDEA. ;__;
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