[OOC]Wow! This turned out rather long >.> Hope no one really minds the length...[/OOC]
“Please my dear, you must slow down,” Shin responds, overwhelmed by the sheer volume of questions in which he’s being bombarded.
“I’m sorry, Shin-san,” the LovelyAngel replies, finding herself somewhat flustered. “It’s just…I’ve never met a death god before!”
“It’s perfectly alright, Angel…or do you prefer Lovely? I must admit, both are quite suiting,” Shin says, hoping to vanquish any of the initial fear that may still be lingering in Angel.
A mild blush rises to the pilot’s cheeks. Hoping that he hadn’t embarrassed his company, Shin begins his tale.
“I am what you might consider the black sheep of an already rather dysfunctional family. I’ve…fallen from grace, as it were. The death gods are supposed to be those who maintain balance in this world; a pedigree for neutrality. There was just one small problem…” the death god says, an echo of nostalgia growing in his voice.
“And what was that?—I mean, if you don’t mind me asking, of course,” Lovely titters.
“I have a conscience,” Shin laughs, brushing a long errant lock of brown hair from his view. “If shinigami are supposed to maintain balance in this world, then how could I be expected to sit idly by as even the most vile of people are allowed to flourish while the downtrodden are left to perish? I hope you don’t mind my saying, but the world in which we both walk is rather corrupt,” Shinigami sighs. “There are certain rules in which a death god must conduct his or herself…many in which I broke. Shinigami may walk this world as they please, but they can leave and return at any time. I’ve lost that privilege…Truth be told, I don’t entirely mind. I’m sorry, it must be such a bore listening to me prattle on like this, my dear.”
“No! Please, go on!”
“If you insist, but I do expect to hear your story once I’m done,” Shin says with a smirk. “…Humans are so ready to dismiss that which conflicts with their every day. A strange occurrence, a freak accident…it’s always the same. Your average individual would surely assume that anyone who claims to be a death god is a complete lunatic, for example,” this invokes another one of Shin’s small laughs. “To be fair, though, this place in itself does attract a rather unique. Dimension hoppers, demons, robots, and mech pilots! Who would have ever thought such an interesting place existed?”
The LovelyAngel smiles, quite literally sitting on the edge of her seat.
“Please, go on! I’m sure I can think of a few more questions,” Lovely’s face immediately begins to show the signs of contemplation before she’s cut short by the death god before her.
“Now, now. A death god must have his secrets,” Shin says, waiving his finger playfully.
All the same, Shin’s mind had grown troubled with many questions of his own. “Have I said too much?” he thought to himself. Of course there were parts of his story in which he had to omit—The voices, for one. Those dull whispers of the dead that kept him up at night…the voices that occasionally would grow into a monstrous roar when he lost control. And battle…He would never admit to his new friend how he loved the feel of it; how the very sight of a truly vile man or demon’s blood dripping from the blade of his scythe was the most satisfying sight he could often imagine—None of these things would be disclosed to the innocent Angel before him.
“Okay, Shin-san…sama…”
“Shin will due just fine, Lovely-chan,” Shinigami winks.
“Oh! Would one last question be alright?”
“I’ve already told her this much,” Shin thought to himself. “It’s quite fine,” he nods.
“You said that shinigami must follow some kind of rules, right? Like what?”
“If I told you that, I’d have to kill you,” Shinigami smiled mischievously.
_________________ I am your savior. I am corruption. I am the angel of your destruction.
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