Hello, My Name is Death

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Hello, My Name is Death​

Shuddering breaths filled the darkened room as wood flooring creaked and the wind sighed outside. Hesitant feet stepped up onto the chair placed before them, and braided rope slid across bare skin, straining as it was tightened.

There were no words, no goodbyes, nothing said; no timely intervention, no last-minute change of mind.

The chair clattered to the floor, and the rope went taut.

Sneakered feet kicked at the air for a few moments, and then went still.

A minute went by. Two. Three. Seven.

After what seemed like an eternity, a soft glow filled the room, pouring out of the body hanging in the middle of it. A young woman materialized next to it, gasping for air she no longer needed, on her hands and knees as she hacked and fought for it.

An ethereal wind stirred high, brushing past her face and blowing her hair into her vision. She stopped coughing, then held the long, straight black strands in her hands, eyes wide as she marveled.

"I have to say, you look much better this way. Very pretty!" said a voice to her left, startling her bolt upright as she searched for its source. Leaning against her bedroom wall was another young woman, in a white hoodie and dark blue jeans, one flat-soled shoe kicked up against the doorframe to her closet. Silver hair outlined her face, messy in a way that only effort could produce, and the silver eyes set in her pale, heart-shaped face were kind, her blackened lips curled softly in a sad smile. Around her sat a corona of light that lit her as bright as day.

"W-who are you?" the first one tried to shout, her hand flashing to her throat as she coughed, bruised as it was.

The silver-haired girl's smile grew a bit less sad. She pointed at her chest, and a nametag appeared there.

​

"I'm Death. I've come to see you over to the afterlife." she said chipperly, before her face fell. "Though I really wish we were having this meeting much… much later." she went on, sighing. "Not that I can say I blame you."

"I… they…" the dark-haired one said, at a loss for words. Tears formed in her eyes, and streaked down cheeks that did not physically exist. "They didn't understand… They hurt me for telling them the truth, for trying to be… me!" she said, sobbing.

Strong, slender arms wrapped around her, and Death embraced her. "I know… I saw. I don't understand how mortals can be so cruel to someone like you. I knew from the moment you were born that you were not meant for that form... how can they not see it?" Death said, stroking the girl's back.

"You- you knew?" the dark haired one said, leaning back minutely from the embrace. Death nodded, pulling away.

"I did."

"Then why-"

"I wish it was within my power. To help you, before you come to meet me." Death said, her gaze flitting off to the side. "I have had… enthusiastic discussions with those who do have that power. Gaia, Terra, Hera, Mut, Parvati… all of them in charge of placing souls in the correct bodies, and all of them seemingly too busy to do so consistently." she said, bitterly. She was silent for a moment, before looking up at her charge with a brilliant smile.

"But, once you're in my domain, I'm free to set things right! It's… well, it's nothing more than a consolation, but…" she said, waving her hand at the distinctly male body hanging from the rafter. "At least you won't spend eternity stuck like that."

The dark-haired girl looked at it, then down at her own dark-skinned hands once more. "Do you… have a mirror?" she asked softly.

"Of a sort. Souls can't be seen in normal mirrors… but this is my domain!" Death said, and with a wave of her hand produced a body-length mirror wrought of iron, with a reflection more perfect than any mortal could ever produce. The dark-haired girl let her hands drop to her sides as she stepped towards it, lips parted in shock, her eyes wide. One hand rose to touch her reflection in the mirror, while the other felt cheekbones and a jawline that were new to her, and simply felt right.

"Oh my God." she whispered to herself.

"Told you you were pretty!" Death said happily.

The dark-haired beauty looked on in wonder for a moment longer, before tearing her gaze away from her reflection. She tendered a soft smile to the Reaper who'd come to take her away. "Thank you… thank you more than I know how to say."

Death smiled back, reaching up to squeeze her shoulder. "I do all I can. Are you… well, are you ready to go see what awaits on the other side? I've got it on good authority that you're going somewhere nice." she said.

Her charge drew a deep breath and looked back at the body she'd left behind. When she looked back, there was acceptance and determination in her eyes. "Yes, I think so."

Death beamed, and took her hand.

"I do have one question though, if-if you don't mind, that is."

Death looked back up at her and quirked a single silver eyebrow. "Go ahead!"

"Why'd you hug me? I didn't picture Death as a hugger… or a girl… or a cute girl…"

Death blushed lightly. "Well, they don't call it 'Death's embrace' for no reason, y'know. I started doing it once I figured out that people generally appreciate a nice hug after they, you know, die. I figured you could probably use one."

Her charge considered for a moment, and then nodded. "That was a good idea, I think."

"Thank you!" Death said, beaming, then turned and raised her hand. A great black scythe appeared from the ether, and she gripped it tightly.

"That's more of what I was expecting."

"That's, like, the one thing most depictions of me get right." Death acknowledged, opening a rift in the air with a single gentle swing.

"I'm also kind-of surprised you don't talk in ALL CAPITAL LETTERS." she teased Death, voice raising into a commanding shout on the words in question.

Death snorted. "Please, that's not my schtick, that's-" she said, and without even raising her voice projected it in such a way that dogs a half-kilometer away wakened and turned to face in the direction her voice came from; cats stopped and stood stock still, staring at the same point; the birds stopped chirping and the crickets stopped cricketing. All went silent. "MY BROTHER, DEATH, WHO OVERSEES UNIVERSE 142." she said, and coughed. "Murder on your vocal cords, that. Oh! By the way, what's your name gonna be from now on, anyway?"

"What?" her charge asked, rubbing at her ears.

"Your name! You can't well use your old one, now. Nobody calls a girl Martin." Death said, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. She tapped her head. "I'd know. I've met them all."

The girl formerly known as Martin paused and thought for a moment. "You know, I thought my grandma had a pretty name - Elizabeth. Always went by-"

"Betty. Yeah, she was a wonderful lady." Death said, smiling. "She's waiting for you, y'know."

"I'll go by Beth, then." she said with a firm nod.

Death squeezed Beth's hand. "I like it. And now, for the last great adventure, to a far, green country under a swift sunrise." Beth squeezed back, and the two of them stepped through the rift, together.

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Death appeared elsewhere, in an office made of smoke and marble, sometime later. Her grin faded and fell, and her fingers massaged her temples. She could feel a godly migraine coming on. A flick of her fingers encased a copy of the memory of taking Beth from the world in an orb of lightning and glass. She held it dearly in her hands for a moment, drawing breath after breath to calm herself down, before she set the memory gingerly on an orichalcum shelf. Her hand pulled away from the memory, and five more orbs appeared in her palm, shrinking from baseball sized to marbles in her grip.

"What's up, Prime?" asked a girl who looked like a carbon-copy of herself, who was leaning against her own desk, a memory clasped in her hands.

"Just finished cleaning up another one of Hera's messes, Secunda." Death said, exasperated and angry. "She and the others are gods of creation. One would think they could bother putting people in the bodies they frigging belong in! They claim to be perfect, but, what, ninety-eight percent accurate?- would be grounds for firing in mortal work circles!"

Secunda winced. "Yeah. We all hate those." she said feelingly.

"I'm going to go throw things at them." Death said, shaking the memories.

"Didn't work last time." Secunda said, eyebrow arched.

"Yeah, well, I've gotta keep trying until they stop screwing up, because I'm tired of having my heart broken, seeing all those people hurting for absolutely no good reason, and no fault of their own." Death said, and stalked out of the office.

Secunda watched her go, and picked up a mug of ambrosia whose ceramic side read "Best Assistant, M-MCMXCIX", and drank deeply. "Lovely."

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"HERA!"

THONK.

A memory ball the size of a basketball bowled into the Goddess at somewhere just short of mach twenty-five and knocked her out of her throne.

"GAIA!"

THWACK.

Another sent the Earth Goddess head over heels. Three more thuds announced the imminent arrival of Death Herself as she stalked into the antechamber the Goddesses of Motherhood and Creation did their business from. The Goddesses picked themselves up off the floor, glaring at the comparatively tiny Goddess of Death.

"What is the meaning of-"

"Same as it always frigging is!" Death said, stamping her foot angrily. "Pay! More! Attention!" A snap of her fingers cracked the memory balls, subsuming the Goddesses in her memory. "I am tired of this crap!"

It took them a moment to reply, having to finish it before being able to speak.

"Our work is difficult, Death! If you would only bring their reproduction rates down, make them stop going at it like vermin-"

"Talk to Aphrodite about that!" Death said. "Or maybe, juuuust maybe, you spend less time prettying yourselves up all day and rushing your soul creation in the last hour so you get it right!" she shouted, voice rising to a near-shriek as she stormed off the way she'd come.

She made her way back to her office, grumbling the entire way, feeling only marginally mollified by her memory-ball assault on the sources of her current heartache.

When she returned, three more carbon-copies of herself were clustered around Secunda, their animated talking stopped only when Death appeared once more, sitting heavily in her chair.

"Hey Tert, Quad, Annie…" Death said, suddenly tired. Which shouldn't be something a Goddess feels, she thought.

"Hey Prime! You look beat." Tertia said, sidling over to hug Death. "Wanna go back to Elysium for the rest of the cycle?"

Death shook her head, then tilted it, humming. "I probably should. One more soul, though… there's always someone."

"Alright, Prime!" Tertia said, smiling broadly at her. "We'll pick up the slack til you get in tomorrow once you're finished. Death smiled at her, and laid her head on top of hers.

"You girls are seriously the best idea I ever had." she said, smiling fondly and ruffling Tertia's hair as she pulled away. Tertia skipped off to her own desk, and Death held up a screen of quicksilver and moonlight.

"Let's see… who needs me most?"

[] The Flag-Draped Coffin
[] On Life Support
[] Speed Kills
[] Losing Fight
[] At Peace

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QM/N: Welcome to Hello, My Name is Death! This is an original setting, full of all sorts of wonderful fantastical elements drawn from basically everywhere in mythology. It will at times be dark, but rest assured, Death finds it to be her duty to make people feel better.

This quest will be almost purely narrative - read, I will be doing few if any dice rolls for anything.

 

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As part of an earlier deal, here's fanart of death:

Spoiler: Death, the smol cutie

 

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Hello, My Name is Death

On Life Support​

Death pondered her options.

It was an odd choice, as it always was. Regardless of whom she picked, all would be seen to by one of her Reapers, and get the same treatment she would have dispensed. But one in particular would get Death Herself, the prime, the original, and She thought that was part of what kept her close to the humans she shepherded to their final destination.

An image formed on the screen; an older man, surrounded by family and beeping machines in a hospital bed. Another formed a moment later, showing her an old truck wrapped around a great oak. Still another showed her chaos and flashes that she knew to be gunfire, as soldiers hauled their dying comrade away from danger he had already succumbed to. An old woman appeared next, looking for all the world peaceful as she passed in her sleep.

Death bounced the soldier's care to Secunda; she knew her oldest Reaper possessed the skill and tact needed. To Tert went the crash victim, to Quad a young girl with leukemia, and to Annie the old woman. Death's fingers slid through her screen, touching the face of the man in the hospital, breathing deeply as she recalled a lifetime's information and memories.

The accident had been bad. Ramón Carlos de Santiago had been a project manager, overseeing the construction of a high-rise, until a careless crane operator had intersected his walking path with a multi-ton steel beam and clipped his head. The brain damage was too much for him to recover from, the doctors said. This was an instance where it had been right… unfortunately.

Death stood, pulled a black cloak off the rack on the wall, fastened it about her neck, and swung her scythe mid-materialization.

--

The beeping machines shut off as the plug was pulled. Doctors pulled tubes and wires from the man, as his husband and adopted children wept, despite knowing what was to come before it happened. Unseen by all but felt by the youngest child, Death appeared, her scythe disappearing into a cloud of dispersing black and silver.

It didn't take long; the man had only been kept alive by machines, his soul bound to the mortal plane by the merest of threads. His soul sat up in the bed his body was trapped in.

"Why are you crying, mi hija?" he asked, reaching out to touch the face of his youngest daughter. His face fell in shock as his fingers passed straight through her, the sensitive child shivering as though dunked in ice water. "What is this?!"

"She misses her padre, Ramón. She can feel you here, but you're also… gone." Death said, drawing her cloak tighter about herself, offering to him her kindest smile as he started and looked up at her with wide eyes.

He crossed himself. "Dios mio! I - how - who are - are you -" he asked, seemingly unable to articulate what he was trying to say.

"I'm Death. Not as scary as you were lead to believe, hm?" Death said, crossing the room to sit at his side on the hospital bed. The little girl sobbing against her father's side glanced up briefly as wind-that-wasn't tickled her senses.

"Death? La Muerte? I can't be dead, this has to be a mistake!" he protested, tears streaming down his face. "Please, don't take me from mi familia… please!"

Death hung her head slightly. "If only it worked that way, friend. I don't typically choose who lives and dies, and I can't return the dead to the land of the living." She said, and waved at the hospital room. "You were in an accident… and they couldn't save you."

"No… no… Dios no!" he cried, and Death's heart twinged for him. She reached out to touch his shoulder, but he flinched away. "Don't touch me!"

Death's face fell, and her hands went to her lap. "I'm not taking you until you're ready to go, you know… but you can't stay here. It'll only cause pain to them," she said, waving to his family, gathered and grieving, "and others."

"I would never cause them pain!" he all but shouted. The lights overhead flickered gently. "Send me back… send me back please…please..." he said, deflating and crumpling in on himself.

Death was silent, then, letting the man sob, the two of them rolling out with the hospital bed as nurses took them deeper into the hospital, to the bay where his body could be taken to the funeral home his family had chosen.

"I can't." she said finally, as the hearse left the loading area. His shade and her own incorporeal form resided in the back of the odd duck of a car comfortably, with little concern for such things as physical limitations. "You have to let go, and let me take you on to the afterlife, else your shade stays here, slowly going mad."

"Going… mad?" he asked, looking up with eyes turned red with shining tears.

Death nodded slowly. "That's how hauntings start. A soul refuses to move on, and ends up dogging those they knew in life, unable to communicate with them. As they get more unstable, they get more powerful - then you get things going bump in the night. Slamming doors, screams, the whole, spooky nine yards. The most unstable can possess the living; being a thing of pure will, souls… well, they can overpower an attached soul for a time." she said quietly. "I don't think you want to do that to your children, or your husband. They all love you so, but your staying around won't help them."

He shuddered. "There is nothing that can be done?"

"You can come with me, and see what the hereafter has in store for you. I think you'll find that there is a place in your Heaven for you." She said, looking up to offer him a smile and a squeeze on the shoulder. "In time, your family will join you there. On all the gods of every reality that ever is, was, or will be, I swear this." She said, her words ringing unnaturally through the air as she provided an Oath, binding Creation itself with her word.

Time had passed around them while they spoke; such a thing was a malleable concept for a God. His family had returned, and now they were in a field of green, standing next to a hole in the earth into which his simple, but fitting coffin was being lowered. All of his friends, all of his family, they were all present in force to watch him be laid to rest.

He was quiet a moment longer, before he nodded. "I will go with you." he said, straightening his back. He turned to face his loved ones, and looked back at Death. "May I say goodbye?"

Death smiled. "Of course!"

She turned away to give him a little privacy, though she could still hear him perfectly well.

"Enrique, mi amor, take good care of them. Be the father I've known you to be - you're going to have to do it for both of us, at least for now." Death closed her eyes and listened, having heard things like this millions of times before, but each time it cut at her anew.

"Jaime, my brave boy, I know, I know that this hurts… but I know that you are strong, and you'll grow up to do things I could only dream of. I am more proud of you than you could ever know already, and there is so much yet to come." She smiled, and flexed what power she could. Bring him back, she could not. Guide his words to them, she could.

"Guadalupe… I love you beyond words, more than the moon and the stars in the sky. Don't mourn me for too long; take the fire in your heart and change the world with it. Give them a grand, wonderful reason to remember the name Guadalupe de Santiago. I may not be present, but I'll always be with you, and one day I want to hear the story of your life. I love you, mi hija."

Ramón appeared at Death's side a moment later. She opened her eyes and smiled sadly at him. "Ready to go?" she asked him.

He nodded. "Yes. I understand that I have an appointment with Saint Peter to make - wouldn't want to be late…"

Death chuckled, then on impulse wrapped him in a hug. "You were a wonderful father. Not perfect, but all the better for the imperfections." she said, disengaging a moment later. She held out her hand, and Ramón took it.

In her other hand formed her scythe, forming a rift in the air with a single stroke. Together did Death and Ramón Carlos de Santiago pass through to the Hereafter, and a sound of bells and singing passed through the rift as it closed.

Back in the cemetery, a little girl with dark hair and dark eyes heard her father's words as a whisper on the wind, and held a teddy bear sown from her father's favorite shirt tighter to her. "I will, Papa."

--

Death reappeared in her office a short time later, and hung up her cloak. She took a moment and smiled. She always liked taking people to their visions of Heaven, or whatever 'good place' their faith ascribed to. It was when she had to take them to 'the bad place', wherever that was, whatever it meant to them, that she sometimes had problems.

Other times, she minded it not in the least. It never pleased her to do so, but it didn't bother her either, on occasion.

"Alright!" she announced happily to the office. "I'm out for the rest of the cycle. Don't let the dead pile up while I'm gone."

"Later, Prime!" her Reapers present chorused, shuffling back to their duties and disappearing as they went to take souls over to the Hereafter.

Death left her office, and took in all of Olympus as she stepped outside. The city was an impossibility written in marble and orichalcum, towers and spires suspended in the air, minarets rising in the near and far distance where gods and godlings worked at their duties. At one end you could see the Parthenon, writ massive to house the original Olympians; on a mountain to your right rose the dwellings of the Egyptians, Ra chief among them; and further away still you saw angels of the Abrahamic flavor flitting about a city in the clouds. Thunder crackled in the valley down below as the sounds of a great feast wafted up from the halls of the Aesir.

Death flagged down Mercury - or more likely, one of his Messengers, given that he was pulling a tuk-tuk through the sky at absurd velocities. "Hey, Merc!"

The lean man angled down through the flying traffic and came to a rest on the curb next to her. "Hey, Death! How's it going?"

She pulled a drachma from her purse and flipped it into his outstretched palm, clambering aboard the rickety-looking contraption. "Eh, about as well as usual. Hera pissed me off… again…"

"As she's wont to, yeah."

"And I saw over… a thousand? Ish? Other crossovers. I think today was better than it usually is. I only wanted to hit her with a memory twice. Ares and Mars on the other hand…" she said with a scowl.

"Also, notably, assholes. Elysium, right?" Mercury said, looking over his shoulder at her.

"As usual, yep." Death nodded.

They rocketed off the sidewalk and banked hard towards the Isles of the Blest. "My condolences, Death. I don't have to do much with any of them - I'm just the messenger." he said, with a crooked smile.

"Boooo." Death groaned. "Seriously?"

"Hey, rock it if you got it." he said. A swarm of griffins banked hard around them, each carrying elfin riders who waved at Death and Mercury as they passed. Death returned the wave. Mercury was busy pulling the tuk-tuk.

They put down a short time later outside a rather cozy cottage on the outskirts of the Fields, near the woods. A sea breeze freshened the air of the sunny isles, stirring the hearts and lifting the spirits of the greats that rested there.

Death hopped off and tipped Mercury again. "Thanks for the lift."

"Hey, it's been the same time every cycle for the last forty-thousand." the God said with a smirk. "At this point, I just make sure I'm in the right spot in time to catch you."

"So not a Messenger then?" Death asked.

"No more than you're a Reaper, hon." he said.

Death smiled and gave his arm a squeeze. "Well, thank you, then."

"My pleasure!" he said, then cocked his head. "Oh, goody, one of my kids needs me. Later, Death!"

"See you next cycle!" she said, waving as he took off again. She turned and walked up to the door, pushing it open and stepping through. "Artemis! I'm home!"

The Huntress Goddess poked her head out of the bedroom. "Hey, lovely. How was the ferrying business today?"

Death waggled her hand as she shucked off her hoodie. Artemis stepped out, looking as young as ever, wrapped up in her favorite robe, her hunting gear arrayed haphazardly on the couch. She snuck up behind Death and wrapped her in a hug, which the Goddess of Death happily leaned into.

"What's it today?"

[] Hera, again.
[] Ares was busy today. Five hundred dead by him alone.
[] Shiva made a star go nova. I had to clean up after him.
[] The same as every day. What about you?

 

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Hello, My Name is Death

I Need An Adult​

"Well, it all started off about as it normally does." Death said, studying the trophies Artemis had arrayed in the room across from the living room for what was probably the thirty-millionth time. "Got in to work, delivered a thousand decent people before I had to deal with the first jerk, which turned into a streak of jerks… then it got weird."

"Weird how?" Artemis asked, her chin on Death's upper arm. Death wasn't a tall god by any stretch, but Artemis was tiny.

"Shiva blew up a solar system."

"... wait, run that by me again?" Artemis said, blinking and disengaging from her hug.

"Shiva. Blew up a solar system." Death said, her hand clapped over her forehead. "When I asked him why he just said 'It needed it.' Like, I know he's going to reuse the material and build a new system, but when that one had thirteen billion inhabitants that I had to deal with…" she said, shuddering. "That took all morning with every Reaper I have working on it."

Artemis winced. "That does sound like a chore."

"Tell me about it. Sixty million crossings in twelve hours!" Death complained, stretching. "Like, that had me worn out before your stepmother got involved!"

Artemis groaned. "Because of course she did."

"It was pretty sedate, other than that… well, with the exception of a Champion of Ares getting his murder boner on, over in the Middle East." Death said, turning and flopping backwards onto the couch, her legs hanging over the back. "Seriously though. I think Shiva was just bored and couldn't refrain from indulging his explosion boner on a populated system."

"Like God, like champion I guess." Artemis said, joining Death, her little feet swaying in the air.

"Eh?" Death questioned, propping up on one elbow to look at her.

"Eh what? Oh. One of Shiva's champions is Michael Bay." Artemis said with a shrug.

Death blinked, her mouth dropping open, before she shut it and blinked again, nodding. "That explains Transformers, then."

"That and every other Bay movie, yeah." Artemis said, tucking her legs in and rolling backward off the couch. Death twisted around to sit upright, and noticed something new.

"Did you go hunting today?" she asked.

Artemis nodded and indicated the new trophy. "Nemean Lion. I'm kinda ashamed I hadn't gotten around to killing one until now, but hey! It was a fun, refreshingly new hunt against something I had no prior experience with!" she said, bouncing on the balls of her feet. "I went with a couple of my Daughters. We've got this new girl in, Ying Yue, and if I didn't know she was born this century I'd've sworn she could have stepped off the Great Wall when that was a going concern."

"That good?"

Artemis nodded fervently. "Oh yes! Found her in the woods in Yunnan while on the trail of the Nemean, actually. I gave her my bow to do the job with." she said, and her features darkened. "Her father is now on my shit list, by the by."

"What'd he do?" Death asked, internally dreading the answer.

Artemis' form shifted like water, taking on the guise of a slight Chinese girl who would be beautiful if it weren't for the blotchy bruises which covered her face and arms and made her cheeks puffy with swelling. Death winced.

"I've seen that before… just, I'm never around in time to put a stop to it." Death mumbled. Artemis shifted back to her normal sandalwood-complexioned tininess, and ran one hand through her wavy mane of light brown hair, kissed by the sun into a shade just shy of blonde.

"The Fates guide them across my path every now and again." Artemis said. "I always offer them a choice - stay with me and hunt, eternally young, or at least let me deal with the problem." She materialized her bow in her hand, and the great olivewood bow stood nearly twice her height, tapping against the ceiling. She examined it. "I get a lot more takers for the second option. Which suits me fine, but I used to be able to do more."

"Sucks to have your believers on the decline." Death said, playing with her hair. "I remember when you used to be able to swoop in and just know when a little girl somewhere was in danger."

Artemis sighed and let her bow vanish. "Yeah, can't very well be their protector, patron god if not many believe in you anymore. Been weird the last couple of years though; all of the pagan gods have been on the upswing. Even some of the Zoroastrians are waking up again."

Death's face twisted in distaste. "Yeah, and I've been having to deal with their death gods. Some of those folks are jerks. Like, Hades-slash-Pluto, them I can deal with. Hades is actually pretty chill if you agree with him that Persephone is pretty. Which isn't hard, because she is." Artemis nodded along. "But some of the Mesoamericans? Zoroastrians? Yeah no. I have to shuffle them off into their own departments so they can't convince their people to start doing sacrifices again."

"Hey, sacrifices are gr-" Artemis started to protest, before stopping. "Wait, you meant human."

Death nodded. "I've taken a great many dogs and cats and dolphins and such to the afterlife, but anything less than that doesn't usually do anything but just… disappear. So that's whatever to me. But, like, people, they're scared and hurt and the situation is crap and… no."

Artemis nodded in agreement, before bouncing in place. "Ooh! I've got something I want to do today! It's a great idea, and you should come with!" she said, grinning ferally.

"What's that?" Death said, hopping off the couch.

"We're gonna go bug Banka, Cernunnos and Skaði! They're putting together a big party for all the hunter gods and I want my best friend for eternity to come with!" Artemis said, grinning and dancing in place. "A bunch of our Champions are showing up, so you can bring one of your Embraced with us! Whaddya say?"


[] Sure, I'll go!
- [] I'm bringing Rose! (The First, Der Schnitter, The Hero of Caen, Destroyer of Auschwitz)
- [] I'm bringing Marie! (The Second, The Shapeshifter, Mantle-carrier, Killer of Der Fuhrer)
- [] I'm bringing McCree! (The Third, The Gunslinger, The Last True Cowboy, Fastest Gun on the Western Front)
- [] I'm bringing Sam! (The Fourth, The Shadow-walker, The Night Terror, Fastest Blade on the Eastern Front)
- [] I'm bringing Winter! (The Fifth, The Light-walker, The Experiment, The Hero of Berlin)
[] Are you sure? I'm not exactly the life of parties... and Greek ones are something else.
[] I probably shouldn't. I'm kinda tired...