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semiustilatus thehandsofthereaper
“More guests….it would seem that I must find the cause of this phenomenon before anymore of you unfortunate souls get lost in my abode.”
Johnny blinks slowly– vision going from the one who greeted him to their immediate surroundings. This place isn’t familiar and this certainly isn’t where he’s suppose to be.
He’s gotten lost before, but not this lost.
“Uh…” A hand raises to scratch at his cheek, lips pulling into a slight frown. “I’m sorry if I’m intrudin’ or anythin’ like that.” Perhaps Johnny should be a bit more concerned as to how he ended up here, but this definitely wasn’t his first encounter with bizarre circumstances. “So, erm, two questions: Where am I ‘n where’s the nearest exit?”
Hmm....strange human. The closer he looked at the new guest, the more he noted about his own soul. It seemed to be under a contract of some sort?? Hmm. Yes and no. Seemed to be the work of another creature’s work, but nothing he had domain over. Pity. Though he would keep his eye on this new one, just in case...yet the most interesting thing about this man was that he had the power of judgement on him. Almost similar to the gods around him.
Strange...
“Currently, no. You’ve not intruded or interrupted any business currently. As for where exactly you are, you are in The Underworld itself, mortal. Currently in my abode, specifically. Getting you home should not pose any problems, though it might take a bit,” the god admitted, shaking his head as a slight sigh had been admitted from him.
Not many mortals remembered them anymore, as sad as it was.
“No harm will come to you unless you decide to cause trouble here, understood? I suppose introductions are in order, however: I am Anubis. God of embalming the dead and protector of the scales. Now I ask my own question, mine simply being who exactly are you?”















