𝘛𝘸𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘺 𝘌𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵

                                    

                                          
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❝𝙀𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮 𝙝𝙪𝙢𝙖𝙣 𝙗𝙚𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙞𝙨 𝙂𝙤𝙙, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙪𝙣𝙞𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙖𝙡 𝙂𝙤𝙙𝙝𝙤𝙤𝙙 𝙞𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙧𝙚𝙘𝙩 𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙗𝙚𝙘𝙖𝙪𝙨𝙚 𝙖 𝙝𝙪𝙢𝙖𝙣 𝙗𝙚𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙞𝙨 𝙗𝙤𝙧𝙣 𝙩𝙤 𝙖𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙚𝙫𝙚 𝙂𝙤𝙙𝙝𝙤𝙤𝙙.❞
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          "What happens when you die?" You asked the god next to you, placing a petal of a Lily gently into your finger tips, grazing it ever so slightly. The atmosphere around you drew quiet, soft chirps of birds and the sweet hum of a humming bird fluttered around your body as you stood up, leaving the flower in its rightful place. You tilted your head over to your companion of the day, your crown tilting off to the side of your head as you leaned your cheek to your shoulder, a grace of a smile on your face.
The god hummed as he played around with a small, dead blade of grass, lifting his fingers and letting the wind take it elsewhere. "Now, why would you want to know that, My Goddess?" He hummed, adjusting the scythe that laid dormant on his shoulder, his eyes hollowed out as he stared forward. Suddenly, they appeared, his lights scanning over you carefully, a small smile on his face as he watched you shrug your shoulders.
Picking up your dress at the ends, you started to walk elsewhere in your garden, but never left the side of your companion. "I've just always wondered, isn't it normal to question what happens to one's self when they pass over?" You thought out loud, glancing at the flowers that had sprung up on your walls. "Where do you play in the role? Do you, perhaps, kill them, or do they die and join hands with you? And what of their soul?" You kept asking, running your hands along the walls of your garden, your bare feet eventually hitting pavement, flowers sprouting from the cracks and crevices of it.
There was a low and deep chuckle, one that you couldn't help but turn your head to, watching as the gods shoulders shook. "You have quiet the questions, don't you?" You smiled and shrugged your shoulders, turning back to your flower gazing. "There's no reason for you to worry about passing into the after life, My Goddess. For as long as me and the others are around, you won't ever see a day of darkness." You sighed out your nose and turned your back to your friend, a small frown forming on your face. You knew he'd say that, he never tells you anything.
After contemplating for a while, you nodded to your self and turned around, clapping your hands together with a bright smile and confusing the god. "Very well then, if you shall never let me meet my demise, I wish that you try your hardest to not meet yours!" You declared, shocking your friend greatly as he stood up, you sauntering over to him. "If you can promise me that much, then there is no need for me to worry about what it's like to pass. If you cannot experience it yourself, then there's no need for me to as well. Isn't that what you were trying to say?" You asked, pausing right as your feet touched the blades of dead grass, your face slightly grimacing at the odd texture.
The gods eye lights went out as he pondered for a moment, until a bright smile came across his face, fits of chuckles coming from his as he leaned into his scythe for support. "You're quiet the character, you know?" You rolled your eyes and nodded your head, the others tell you that enough as is. "Alright then, up until the day I die I will make sure you stay alive as well." You huffed and smiled, flicking your hand and lending him a flower. 
He glanced the flower up and down before reaching out to it, shocked when you didn't let go when he grabbed it. "If you can promise me that much, then there's no reason to keep anymore secrets from me." Your expression slowly grew grim as your grip on the flower tightened, the plant struggling between fighting life and death. "You will tell me what I need to know. Reaper." The god sighed and nodded his head, letting his hood fall father onto his skull as you eventually let go of the flower, watching as it shriveled up and died.