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[erythrophilia]

...How wondrous. The sky is such a beautiful color. The land laid to waste by the forces of Nature and God.

[The journal is showing the sky, the barrier burning red and then it swings around to show people down below, running around, digging through rubble or looking for people or doing whatever it is that people are doing down in the

Comments

[falenandawn]

Rather then wishing them luck, you could help people out.

[erythrophilia]

I suppose I could.

[falenandawn]

[He smiles.] The village needs all the help it can get right now.

[erythrophilia]

Then perhaps someone could convince me to help. Otherwise, I believe I might find myself with work to do for the first time in a long time. I do miss my work.

[falenandawn]

Convince you....? You need a reason to help people?

And what do you mean work?

[erythrophilia]

Not always. Women have always been said to be capricious, no?

But never mind that - with this red sky business, haven't you noticed something else? I certainly have.

[falenandawn]

I guess so. But this is serious.

....The power limit is gone. I noticed as soon as the quake finished.

[erythrophilia]

Oh, I'm taking it very seriously, my dear. That is why I am watching.

As you say, the power limit is gone. I'm back to what I once was - and so I must return to my work.

[falenandawn]

But why would you just watch when people are hurt? [This makes no sense to the good guy protagonist.]

What is your work?

[erythrophilia]

Because I must wait until they die.

I'm a death god, dearest.

1/3

[falenandawn]

A death-

2/3

[falenandawn]

[BRB brain short-circuiting.]

[falenandawn]

.....You're joking, right?

[erythrophilia]

And why would I joke about my work? It's very important you know. Keeping you lot in line.

[falenandawn]

Uh huh. And I'm really a woman. [Which he's not.]

I think a death god would be more obvious about it. Especially with all that is happening. [A death god would know things about people, right? Or... or kill with a glance. Or something.]

[erythrophilia]

You'd make a fine lady, my dear, although I prefer you as you are.

And what good is it to be obvious? Most of the time we're not even seen by people. We reap your souls, send you on your way, and that's that.

So far no one has died because of the earthquake. But I'm patient. Sooner or later one of you will fall.