#threads: death.

[dusttcdusk]

“ i had no idea if that was going to work. “ - micte @ death

' honestly, your guess is as good as mine at this point. better to try every option until we come to the right choice. at least then we will have done something as opposed to waiting for the inevitable shit to hit the fan.'

[dusttcdusk]

     ‘ how quick you are to forget. Your hands were not the only ones to help shape creation. and Yours are not the one charged with shepherding their souls. ’ he’s beyond the point of anger. at this point he’s just exhausted. the battle was pointless; he knew that. his words are bitter but he knows they won’t make a damn bit of difference. chuck would do what he wanted, destroy countless lives without purpose. 

      ‘ it won’t satisfy you. even if you wiped the slate clean, you’d still be left with that same rage. the only difference will be that you’d have no one left to take it out on. ’ 

[dusttcdusk]

@flcwerprince​

     death often found himself alone. most of his existence had been spent in near solitude, with the occasional journey into the mortal plane every couple of centuries. unlike other deities, he had no illusion of closeness with his horsemen ‘ brothers ’. nor had he the patience to spend any extended amount of time with the creator Himself. quite the opposite it would seem of pilli and his family.

     the scent hit him before anything else. it clung in the air thick and pungent, almost like a haze he was walking through. he thought about leaving, actually mindful of the fact that he might be interrupting the deity. 

      ‘ close, but not quite. i hope i’m not interrupting something. ’ 

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@cruelgcd​

he hadn’t intended to stay. it had been his full intention to leave before chuck ever woke. things were easier that way. no uncomfortable conversations, no attempts to rationalize what occurred or project what this might imply for the future. leaving was cleaner, easier. but the space beside him had been empty when he’d finally roused from sleep. the smell of bacon had wafted into the room, its aroma enough to keep him settled where he was.

‘ You cooked all that yourself?’ half grin settles upon pale features. ‘ i didn’t know You could cook.’ half joke. as though there were anything the Almighty couldn’t do. takes a bite of bacon, perfectly cooked. ‘ had i known You were this gracious a host, i might not have made myself such a stranger. ’ 

[dusttcdusk]

      ‘ oh good. you’re still out and running about. ’ 

[dusttcdusk]

"I didn't think I would be seeing you again but it is good." (Death!Az @ Death)

     ‘ i thought i’d pop in and see how you were doing. retirement has yielded nothing if not seemingly unlimited time. seeing as the universe hasn’t collapsed within itself, i suppose things can’t be going too badly. but really, how are you? ’ 

[dusttcdusk]

@ofdivinegrace​

     ‘ relax, azrael. ’ it hadn’t been his intention to frighten her the way he seemed to have. a hand falls to her shoulder reassuringly. ‘ one day you will have access to all the books. it can be overwhelming. so right now i’m merely offering you a glimpse.’ 

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@sxintmichael​

though he’d never outright admit such a thing, the original reaper understood the sentiment behind the archangel’s actions. it had been his intention to protect the vessel whom he cared deeply for. so while death might give him a hard time about the amount of overkill involved, he couldn’t completely fault michael.

he over-exaggerates the motion as he steps over a severed corpse. the smell of death hung putrid in the air. ‘ i should have sent my brother. he’d have felt right at home in a settling like this one. though i can’t say he’d be very good at cleaning anything up. just the opposite, i’m afraid. ’ 

in truth, he wasn’t all that upset. in his countless years, this barely scratched the surface of the grisly atrocities he swept over. any of his countless reapers could get to work cleaning the mess up easily. ‘ you know, i could do both of us a favor and fashion something to make that vessel of yours near invisible to demons. ’