>>5159379>>5159498>>5159609>Ask if there are more Gods than just the Dark GodsDeath’s head, which had turned from you at the sound of Chika’s distant cry, now swivels back to you. The rest of the being’s body is stock still, creating an unsettling effect.
“Of course,” the voice from everywhere and nowhere says. “Do my ancient siblings pretend that there are not? We were driven back by the coming of the light---of sun, and stars, and moon, and the gods thereof, and their children.”
So mammalian theology is NOT all wrong…
“And these Gods of Light… Moroth and Marese, and their children, are among them?”
“Moroth… Moroth…” Death raises a strangely non-skeletal hand to drum upon its chin. “Yes, A younger god, one of steel and justice. And Marese, a wife to him, yes? Mercy, compassion, wisdom. Yes, they came later, and they are still young yet even by the reckoning of those my Dark siblings battles, but they are of the Light.”
>Ask why does it think you will end up hereIrinnile tenses up as you ask the next question, holding her breath. This puzzles you… But only for a moment.
“Where does a soul consumed or bound to a demon go, but to the realm of demons?” Death asks rhetorically, as if it should be obvious.
You turn to Irinnile, who slowly turns her head to meet you as well, expression panicked, before nervously looking away.
“Y-yeah, babe, ‘bout that…”
Your eyes widen as you feel the realization and sense of betrayal set in. irinnile’s nervous laughter only further deepens your growing fury and despair.
“Hey, hey, calm down!” irinnile says, releasing your hand and backing away, holding both her own hands up before you. “It’s not like I was planning to drag you ta’ Hell or nothin’, you know? I hate it down here! I figure we just dodge dyin’ and stay in your world, you ‘n me against the world… Right? That’s not so bad?”
“But if I did die,” you say slowly, “what would be my fate?”
Irinnile opens her mouth, but says nothing.
“This place?!” you demand.
“I… Would come lookin’ for ya’,” Irinnile says, softly, quietly, unable to meet your gaze.
You take a deep breath, steady yourself to prevent from quaking, and you turn back to Death.
