Dream § 002 § "The manifold duties of a Shinigami"
He is ten years old.
He is the son of the Shinigami.
It is winter in Death City, but the winters here are almost nonexistent- you'd never know it without a calender.
In his hands he holds his father's Death Scythe, the edge coated in a fine sheen of dripping blood- this is long before he's fated to meet Liz and Patti, so he must force himself to wield an unsymmetrical weapon for the greater good. He is here to train himself, to learn how to become the perfect Shinigami.
These are the things he knows.
He drops the scythe, and Spirit returns to his human form, marching forward to retrieve the Kishin egg. The ground is spattered with dark blood, and he tells himself that it is necessary. People like this aren't really people at all, just monsters given over to the Demon God. So, it doesn't matter if he kills them. It doesn't matter if he judges them. That's what he's there for.
So it doesn't bother him that he's just a child, and he's already taken a life. That sort of a life would only endanger others, and so the threat must be removed. He understands. The world needs balance, and that's a concept he can easily understand.
But he's still shaking, slightly, as Spirit lays a hand on his shoulder and tells him it's time to go home.
He is the son of the Shinigami.
It is winter in Death City, but the winters here are almost nonexistent- you'd never know it without a calender.
In his hands he holds his father's Death Scythe, the edge coated in a fine sheen of dripping blood- this is long before he's fated to meet Liz and Patti, so he must force himself to wield an unsymmetrical weapon for the greater good. He is here to train himself, to learn how to become the perfect Shinigami.
These are the things he knows.
He drops the scythe, and Spirit returns to his human form, marching forward to retrieve the Kishin egg. The ground is spattered with dark blood, and he tells himself that it is necessary. People like this aren't really people at all, just monsters given over to the Demon God. So, it doesn't matter if he kills them. It doesn't matter if he judges them. That's what he's there for.
So it doesn't bother him that he's just a child, and he's already taken a life. That sort of a life would only endanger others, and so the threat must be removed. He understands. The world needs balance, and that's a concept he can easily understand.
But he's still shaking, slightly, as Spirit lays a hand on his shoulder and tells him it's time to go home.