Well, it looks like that foul excuse for a god is dead after all. Good riddance, I say. But something seems off.
Tabsolk, we have a problem.
I smell the stench of souls. Souls being taken, souls being reborn. All without our hands conducting them. Reapers, death gods,I think I may even feel someone masquerading as Death itself in these lands.
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We aren't imposters, silly silly~
We are Agents of Death. Since we're all of similar profession, we should be friends
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You sound just like William, he gets all in a tizzy when Demons, or me, mess up the flow of things. Orderly and stoic, ensuring all souls are reported, filed and moved on...
If we're ruining your work, I don't think we meant to do so purposefully. Perhaps you should at least give us some pointers?
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We will reclaim this land as our territory. I suggest you move out before you are carried on the wind yourself.
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You're getting all huffy and uppity, we Reapers brought here didn't ask to be stranded here! We know of nothing else, so we did our job as per usual! You should have told us! A simple informational meeting could had solved everything!
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We'll stay well out of your presence, oh Highness. But don't say I didn't try a measure of civility.
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