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said God of Death, pointing at Elva. Everyone nodded their heads. “Especially the Moon Goddess,” he chuckled. A dark hole was forming before Elva. Elva’s disheveled and gloomy spirit was being dragged down to hell. The misshaped of other ghouls was cackling with enthusiasm. The God of Death’s black shadow warp into the ground and vanished. The coldness around them disappeared and they could breathe normally again. “Phew! I never want to meet the God of Death again,” said Prince Bo.

Chris asks sceptically. “They are not of this world, not of this earth or even this cosmos. They are celestial beings beyond our comprehension. Even their true celestial forms are so beyond us that to see them would cause us to implode,” she explains. “Oshmin may have gone about his life or gone to another cosmos, though I personally doubt that. He’s definitely not dead though.” “Gods can die?” I ask in shock. “Not by natural means, but yes, they can die. I know of two who are no longer in existence, their names were Apaki and Fretez, but Oshmin is definitely not dead,” she says confidently.

Through her expression, I knew she wasn't going to disclose what she had bargained for with death. “You mean death is a human?” I asked, feeling and looking more confused. “No, he isn't dear. He's a supernatural being, just like me. He exists and doesn't give second chances to anyone that is dead. He is the black heartened god of death.” I felt more confused. “Why did you do it? Save me? Why didn't you leave me to die and be buried? I'd prefer to die than to stay in such a cruel world that has brought nothing but pain to me. I don't want to go back. Ever.” And it was the truth. I was tired of the world constantly turning its back against me. I was do fucking tired.

I sigh, attempting to make peace with my lack of knowledge and failing a bit. “Some of the near-Gods are more famous and powerful than others,” Jackson says, a bit absent, getting lost in his thoughts. “Especially the older ones. His two eldest children – and the ones that I think the Goddess your grandmother is most bitter about – are twins. They’re frequently referred to religiously as the God of Death and the Goddess of Life.” “What?” I breathe, fascinated and confused.

More certain. "We'll see," he says. The training room is two floors down, and he spends the walk telling me about the Death God's mythology—the scythe, the hourglass, the absolute sovereignty over the moment of ending. "A fully realized Death God is death itself," he says. "When you can hold the complete transformation, whoever you face will simply stop. In that instant. Permanently. The soul doesn't get a second chance." I think about the scythe in the dream, the clean weight of it.

… In the Hall of Death of Nether Heaven, the God of Death, Goyard, gazed through the Divine Order's Eye, watching three figures pass through the spatiotemporal path into Nether Heaven. "Well, well, at a time like this, there are still people who can ascend from Dark and Light Heaven to Nether Heaven. Three at once too. Truly incredible!" He resembled a skeleton with wings on his back. He stood over ten feet tall, holding a long death scythe in his hands. "These are all Divine Order seeds. What would you know? In times of great chaos like these, we need such prodigies to withstand the current tribulation," said another God of Death, Barya, who was speaking with him.

Death was calming himself down before speaking. 'Persephone's cooking. Ra's beer. Tera's singing.' "Shiva, Vishnu, good to see you again." Death said through his teeth. "While I appreciate wanting to include me in your practice, I will have to politely decline, as I am on a mission right now." Normally Death wouldn't be as angry at the gods, but found that all this talk of "bad feelings" combined with Cytus had put him a little on edge.

"Well, there's us, vampires, witches, and elves. Though elves tend to stick to themselves. We know they're here on Earth, but no one's spotted on in years." "So who's this vampire God guy, then?" I ask. "His official title is God of Death and Immortality," she tells me. "Sounds about right," I run my hands through my tangled hair, trying to comb it out as we talked. "His official name is Thanatos. You might've heard that one in some human Greek adaptations of the Astral." "Does The Moon Goddess have a name?" "Her name is Aega."

What is death? What does it mean to die? Where does that immortal part of us go when we die? Or is this fragile world the only thing there is? As the son of a priest of the god of death, I need not tell you that Mortis is the most austere, demanding, and ruthless deity. He offers very little in terms of blessings and favors to the common man who does his thing, and yet we all beg for his mercy. All the souls of the dead belong to him and he greedily treasures them ... he is a cruel and ruthless god who knows no mercy.

“Why didn’t he just kill him himself. He’s a god.” “He can’t, he made a promise. They used to be good friends, actually.” “Joshaya and the Pope?” “Yes. Joshaya helped him learn how to control dead people. He’s the god of death.” “Of course he is. The god of death, who runs away from little girls.” “We are quite powerful, for little girls,” she said drily. “And what about Arta? You knew he was Joshaya all along?” She nodded. “And you helped him trick us into thinking he was the Visitor we came to find?”