closed starter for: Dante, Daphne, Saint, Maven, Enzo, and Freya
Thanatos’ realm was peaceful, and quiet. As death should be. An inverse of the land of the living, this place was empty and shrouded darkness marred by hard light. Every surface blurred at the edges, granular and fuzzy when focused upon for too long. It was here in the dark mockery of the Temple of Apollo that the God of Death observed his genasi and their little undertaking. He’d been aware of their intentions for some time and looked upon their individual offerings with only vague interest. They each threw out their ardent prayers and beckoned him forth, it was amusing, but Thanatos had long tired of the land of the living: it was too loud, too sharp, and too full of life that would inevitably pass through his realm.
Their call might have gone unanswered but it had been over a thousand years since any genasi had managed to cooperate long enough to successfully call to him here, he was their patron and through them he had the power to heed their request - but he was not a dog that came at the toll of a bell. Through them Thanatos reached across the veil, manipulating their magic to pull them through into his realm. Separate from the passing of time as humans understood it, he was death, ancient and primordial. Thanatos had been present at the world’s first breath and would be bound here until its last, such was his place in the hierarchy of the Gods.
“You’re either incredibly desperate, or incredibly stupid to risk summoning me.” Any sane person ran from death, not towards it. “So which are you, desperate or stupid?”
“I like to say gifted,” Enzo breathed out, though his gaze was upon the shadowy world that he’d been pulled into. One by one the other genasi had disappeared, until he was faced with the god of peaceful death himself. When one was a god, he assumed arrogance was the first choice. The fact that Thanatos had responded, well, made Enzo refrain from biting out any kind of remarks. He could barely make out the shadowed forms of the old temple, blurred until the only thing that was in focus was the god himself. There were plenty of questions he had, and the genasi figured he’d settle on desperation if that’s what would make the god happy.
“I’ve put my life in your hands once before, and I’m doing it again. Stupid, maybe, but you have always been our patron.” Even with a weak heart, he’d survived a ritual that was meant to kill him. And now, he wanted to make sure his body couldn’t let him down once more. “Hel has given us a way for immortality, but I know there has to be another. One from you. Whatever you want in exchange, I probably can’t give. But I would try.”
