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“Around 1850, famous anatomist Josef Hyrtl created his own version portraying the struggles of the Laocoön group using three human skeletons. This preparation, lost in the fire following the Allied bombing of Vienna in 1945, is recreated here.”
Houston Museum of Natural Science.
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What's your relationship with God like?
“Things were … better in the beginning. When it was just Him and the first born. Back when we were caging the Leviathan and fighting back the primordial chaos of the world - which was our original purpose. Things were… simpler.” The angel of Death would be lying if she said she wouldn’t give anything for those days back. There’s a moment she even looks wistful before a darker expression over takes her features.
“Now he barely talks to even his first born children.Maybe we’ve bored him or we failed some test we were never meant to pass–.” she cuts herself off before she wanders too far into blasphemous territory, “Mm, forgive me. My relationship with my Father is… strained. Conceptual Death is more a Father to me now. Although I’m sure he’d disagree with the title - more a distant mentor. But … I keep such thoughts to myself.”
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“At times, I feel as though the whole world’s gray, as though time is standing still. But time never stops. It moves forward endlessly, as surely as bodies buried in the ground will one day become white bones. Listen, it’s always you who stops time. If you stop in fear of the future, you gain nothing. And nothing begins. You spend your life as though already dead. That’s right, boy. Whether you wish it to or not, time never stops. That’s why there is nothing more interesting than this world. Don’t be too negative. You haven’t become ashes just yet. You have your flesh and blood, and your bones are supporting you.”
- Sakurako Kujou
I’d like you to say that to Omnibus’ face please, Sakurako-san
~Count Three~
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«♛» ─ There was something indeed otherworldly about her; something alien and yet… held a hint of familiarity as well. Perhaps it was due to his own genes, being an elf & naturally tied to the ever present will of mother nature, his senses were as much connected to the presence of Life as they were to Death. One could not exist without the other, it could not thrive. His eyes gloss over faintly as hazy visions of robust fields and rolling hills of wild flowers surround him. Yet in the center of this wonderland laid a shadow…. something that could not be pierced by the light of the sun. This figure was not notorious in any way….but it’s visage alone was enough to suck the earth DRY of it’s bounty, leaving behind only the husks of what was there before.
He had only felt this way when around Hades, more so when the deity was angered or displeased in any fashion…. but this sensation was different with her. …More primal & unpredictable. His shoulders stiffen as he draws them back & tilts his head upward, his chest puffing as a soft yet unhinged scoff leaves his tongue. He was clearly on the defense now, guarded, but he refuses to let any creeping discomfort show through. He was far too prideful to allow something as silly as fear make him look like a fool.
“Is that right? What are you his new assistant?” A query that would most likely remain rhetorical, considering she saw it fit to not even give her name. “Whatever. I guess I’ll just reschedule, it’s not like I had anything important to do later. Hmph!” How annoying! Not only did he miss his appointment entirely but this woman….her powerful aura aside, something else about her got under his skin. … Irked him, you could say. Just what was her relationship with Hades? “T’ch. I’m Randall by the way. In case it wasn’t obvious, I’m one of Lord Hades’s models. …Long term, I might add! I’ve been with this label for 6 successful years. I’m sure he’s at least mentioned me in conversation, of course.”
“Something like that.” she muses lightly as she observes him very much like one would a specimen under glass. He was not one of her dear crows. Although he wasn't lacking in what others would call sin. Gluttony, Lust, Pride – all tied together with gilded strings of Wrath and Envy.
Yet, it wasn't her place to judge. Too many of her kind forgot that. Her place specifically was to Forgive. So when he puffs out his chest, she continues to play along. As best she can anyway. What was six years to a primordial being that measured their life in eons? Saraqael's eyes seemed to look straight through Randall, or maybe seeing him in his entirety.
“Quite the tenure. I'm sure Lord Hades is wounded to have inconvenienced you so.” she tilts her head, one of her brows raising skyward, “I can only assume he wouldn't dare to cast such an asset aside lightly, correct?”
The softness in her gaze gains a subtle edge although her tone remains serene, “...So many years given and yet you remain unsatisfied. I wonder why that is?”
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He said, “ Darling, who’re you prayin’ to? Is anybody answerin’ you? ”
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«♛» ─ “What’s taking him so long….?” Standing up from his chair & beginning to pace, the elf taps the tip of his loafer against the marble floor as he stares at the closed doors of Hades’s personal office. He was positive that he made the proper appointment to speak with the boss & usually he was very precise with his time management despite how hectic his own schedule was. However, for whatever reason the model was left waiting over 40 minutes past his requested date & has no idea why! —Did the Lord of death decide to take a long lunch today? Did he simply forget?! No… that didn’t sound like Hades…. so what the fuck!?
Just when his patience was nearing it’s end & he had half a mind to simply KNOCK on the door, his motion comes to a immediate halt when the door finally opens. …However, it wasn’t the underworld god who steps out.
His eyes widen as he stares at the mysterious woman before him. She was–gorgeous, absolutely stunning! Even a painfully vain fool like him couldn’t help but gawk for a moment. “…!!” Blinking he takes a step back & shakes himself out of his trance before giving the fair skinned female a faint suspicious glare. “…And just who are you?… Where’s Hades?”
Pale eyes land on the elf as she patiently waits for him to remember his tongue. When he steps back from her – was that out respect, or was that him being naturally repelled by her presence? Fear and awe too often shared the same breath after all. She'd seen it countless times. Could he feel the warmth being sapped from his bones? Slowly abandoning him with each breath that came slower and slower. Death always was so enraptured by life, why else would Hades be so naturally drawn to Spring – and the reverse was often true as well. Although Sariel had yet to decide whether that was a perversion on Life's part, rather than genuine interest.
Regardless, she follows his step in time with a soundless one of her own, the only indication that she had moved at all being the office door that clicked shut behind her. The white of her sundress contrasting with dark tresses of raven hair that framed her face. Randall was right to to be awed with the way her skin glowed – only hinting at the grace barely contained by her vessel's flesh. Her rendezvous with her fellow Death aspect hadn't left her unaffected. As much as she loathed to admit the deity’s company was soothing in a way she could scarcely find elsewhere. Still the archangel’s lips curled in a knowing smirk as she took the sight before him in.
She knew his type. It almost made her nostalgic. Almost.
“No one.” she says softly, a quick calculation running in her mind, “Lord Hades likely wont be taking visitors for today. The more important question is why don't I know you.”
Honestly, Saraqael was shocked he wasn't pulling her back inside as it was.
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“ I think the only thing Death has to fear is Eternity. I was here at the start and I will be here long after all I love falls to dust. I think that’s a horror story that explains itself. Don’t you think? It will be dreadfully boring without my dear little crows going about and sending me gifts. But that’s the world that awaits if this one is allowed to end as is written. ”
My family, with horror in their eyes: Why do you keep collecting dead things!!?
Me:
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