Misplaced Souls
With the death of an abomination came the Underworld's freedom and Hades' redemption in the eyes of Death. It was not that Thanatos didn't sympathize with his sister Styx's loss, only that it should have never have been her loss to begin with. It was a mortal's loss first. Thanatos was grieved for his sister, but pleased that the afterlife could go on.
With the second death of that child? A child whose life line had not simply been frayed like the threads of those who normally awoke from their deaths, temporarily eluding him, (which was a trick the Dark Fate liked to play on his brother at times. Naughty Moros! ) but had been completely severed, the dark dreary waters flooding the Underworld had receded back to their own banks.
The Underworld could breathe once again. Death himself, could breathe once again even if breathing was never a requirement for him to live. A great burden had been lifted from off of Death and another placed on his shoulders.
He had felt cheated by the Lord of Tartarus' act. The glory of taking that child in honor of the Underworld, in honor of Hades himself was stolen from Death, but it did not matter to Thanatos now. It did not matter now becauseAmenomi whose name had been Hayley in another life would be where she belonged now, in the Elysian Fields where children went and nothing-not even Death himself could frighten her and there is where she belonged.
However, with the child's second passing Thanatos' work had just begun. The Reaper had much to reap from the living world that he'd already reaped. He toiled day and night after leaving his brother Moros in New Orleans to retrieve the lost souls that had been disgorged from their home in the depths of the Underworld. After setting out to collect all those judged souls, with the exception of Sisyphus, that had been turned loose to haunt, putting quite a strain on the mortal word, Thanatos returned back to the banks of Styx to deliver the last of the souls he had gathered on his pursuit. Although Charon did not appear to be a happy camper with the knowledge that his own workload had become unreasonable and that he would not even receive a single coin from hauling old cargo back across the rivers, Thanatos was pleased to see his home once again. This was the way it should have always been.
An exhausted Thanatos noticed while standing on the banks of Styx that their neighbors, the Oneiroi had not returned? He decided he would have to either find the time to seek Morpheus out with news to return home or seek a messenger to do the task for him, but right at this moment he didn't have the time. He still had to gather the souls that Nephthys had been so kind to put up for him in her own Underworld...and then there was the dreaded task of retrieving Sisyphus.
With the second death of that child? A child whose life line had not simply been frayed like the threads of those who normally awoke from their deaths, temporarily eluding him, (which was a trick the Dark Fate liked to play on his brother at times. Naughty Moros! ) but had been completely severed, the dark dreary waters flooding the Underworld had receded back to their own banks.
The Underworld could breathe once again. Death himself, could breathe once again even if breathing was never a requirement for him to live. A great burden had been lifted from off of Death and another placed on his shoulders.
He had felt cheated by the Lord of Tartarus' act. The glory of taking that child in honor of the Underworld, in honor of Hades himself was stolen from Death, but it did not matter to Thanatos now. It did not matter now becauseAmenomi whose name had been Hayley in another life would be where she belonged now, in the Elysian Fields where children went and nothing-not even Death himself could frighten her and there is where she belonged.
However, with the child's second passing Thanatos' work had just begun. The Reaper had much to reap from the living world that he'd already reaped. He toiled day and night after leaving his brother Moros in New Orleans to retrieve the lost souls that had been disgorged from their home in the depths of the Underworld. After setting out to collect all those judged souls, with the exception of Sisyphus, that had been turned loose to haunt, putting quite a strain on the mortal word, Thanatos returned back to the banks of Styx to deliver the last of the souls he had gathered on his pursuit. Although Charon did not appear to be a happy camper with the knowledge that his own workload had become unreasonable and that he would not even receive a single coin from hauling old cargo back across the rivers, Thanatos was pleased to see his home once again. This was the way it should have always been.
An exhausted Thanatos noticed while standing on the banks of Styx that their neighbors, the Oneiroi had not returned? He decided he would have to either find the time to seek Morpheus out with news to return home or seek a messenger to do the task for him, but right at this moment he didn't have the time. He still had to gather the souls that Nephthys had been so kind to put up for him in her own Underworld...and then there was the dreaded task of retrieving Sisyphus.