Death watched the traffic go by. She wondered how humans processed the lives that filtered by them as they went about their routes. She knew the names and lives of all those that he passed in traffic. Did Frank not notice or not care? It seemed a very hazardous way to go about ones day.
“Good,” Death nodded. “If I wanted a mindless follower, I would have selected one. It is not as though I am restricted in my choices,” she pointed out to him. “I like you for several reasons, including problems I think I will not have with you. I don’t need another love obsession that goes too far and I don’t want another situation where someone’s mother makes a mess of things over a kidnapping.”
“I would like for you to be one of my Avatars. I am sure that you have heard of several of my more renown ones and you have helped with putting one down, so I find you qualified for the job,” Death told him. “ There are very few things I view as cruel, Frank Castle. There are very few acts that I find abhorrent. Those who steal from me and those who damage souls are people who I wish to have join my realm permanently. I have no tolerance for such acts and I believe you can understand why.”
Frank smirked a little at her reply. If he was going to work with someone as powerful as she was the fact she wanted someone with a spine and a brain was a point in her favor. The follower with a love obsession was something he filed for consideration. The second one sounded familiar when paired with Death. He wasn’t exactly the most well read person, but he did like history and Greek mythology. There was also a book series Lisa liked about the Greek gods in modern times. It was mostly about their kids. He remembered watching the movies and the story of Hades was something he knew.
When she mentioned a previous Avatar the love obsession clicked into place. “Wait, I’m a little slow following this, but are you telling me that all the shit Big Purple went through, all the stuff he did including destroying half of life in existence was all to impress a girl?” he asked. “I have heard of and done some dumb shit in my time, but that—” He shook his head not really sure how to finish that statement. “Don’t worry. That shit won’t be a problem.” He glanced at the now empty spot on his left ring finger. He might be the husband of a murdered woman and the father of murdered children, but he was still both husband and father in his mind.
“I am not as up on this mystical shit that other people are so I’m going to need clarification. Stealing from you I’m guessing means stealing souls. Like someone taking a soul so it can’t get to you? Or someone taking them once they’re in your possession? Or are you talking about them doing something they shouldn’t to keep living or forcing someone else to?” The idea that someone would do something to keep the dead from getting to a place of peace or taking them once they were there hit him in a very personal place. Any of those souls could be Maria or his kids. “Guess it doesn’t matter much. The innocent dead deserve their rest. As far as damage to souls, you’re going to have to explain that a little more, ma’am.”
