@epimoni | rp starter (liked promo post)
Death Incarnate does not tire often. He was created to do this, to go wherever he was needed and reap the souls of all of humanity. Usually, he works without complaint and sees no reason to dislike or resent his job.
Today, though, he’s absolutely sick of it. A war is brewing, which he would know even if he couldn’t tell by all the warning signs in the way the mortals are dying lately because Ares made it very clear to him that he planned to encourage it and expected Thanatos’ cooperation. On brief occasions, the god of Death gauges how much trouble he would be in if he simply severed Ares’ soul from his body and let it drift away into the void...
He’d never do it, of course. But sometimes it's soothing to think about.
Finally, finally, after months of enduring the surface and its awful cacophony, and Ares and his imperious bloodthirst, his work here is done. Until next time, of course. But he has a bit of time to return home, at least, and by way of apology to Zagreus for being gone for so long, he’s bringing along a gift from the mortal realm.
Back at the House, he reports in to Lord Hades and greets Mother Nyx, and then waits by the balcony overlooking the Styx in the west wing, where Zagreus usually finds him once word gets around that he’s returned. (Or once Nyx goes out of her way to tell the prince so. She tries to keep it subtle, but Thanatos caught her doing it once.)
