#and i want long-winded prattle of my beauty from my knight

[threnodians]

it’s like they know that i’m sick because they’ve never all been on the express at once 🥹

[crescentmoonhills]

A Death’s Life

Ch. 1

23rd of Blood Moon, 768 Lunaris year.

In the ashen desert of the northern eclipse continent in front of two hundred thousand army, a single beautiful lass is standing straight holding a shining sword. The wind blows against her sleek silver hair making it flow beautifully as if the world itself is trying to emphasize her exquisiteness even more. Her body covered in shining white adamant plate armor stood firm against the ground unwavering, unswerving, and unyielding. There the hero, Elena von Dämmerwacht gallantly points her sword forward.

A sword. That’s right, a sword. An elegant double edged sword that looked so beautiful it was as if the day and the night itself resides in its body. A sword that is known all across the eclipse continent for its ability to cut a colossal dragon’s scale as if a hot knife through butter.

The Equinox.

Long ago the humans were plagued by the endless wars against demons and their evil gods. The helpless and powerless humans were trampled and treated as livestock to the demons. In their grieves, they plead to their gods for a salvation.

The gods, Sol and Luna, pitied them and lend the humans a part of their souls in the form of a sword. A sword that could cut even the gods themselves. A sword made in the sole purpose to confer judgement to the gods who had defected from the Astral council. And only those of purest heart could wield it.

And that legendary sword of judgement is pointing towards a tall and slender man riding on top of an ashen horse.

A man wearing a giant white wolf pelt over his shoulders which size clearly disproportional to his body. A great black horn sprouting from the left side of his forehead signifies that he is anything but human. His left arm looks as much as the night skies itself rather than an arm. His tiny face half covered by the wolf pelt looks like nothing but a young child. With only his clear and deep blue eyes visible on his pallid face. The blue eyes that seemed to penetrate the soul itself which is peeking through his unkept pitch black hair looks troubled for some reason.

That man is none other than me.

*time freeze sfx*

That’s right. It’s me. You must be wondering how I got here. Well it all started in summer 19- Psych! You thought I was going to use the overused comedic time freeze intro those western sitcoms and movies often used. Jokes on you, this isn’t western, nor it is a movie...

Sigh~ I should get a life for real.

Yeah, anyway, it might sounds cliched but I’m a reincarnated person. Yep, I died once in a planet called earth and now I reincarnated in another world. I already forgot my pasts for the most parts. It’s been like a couple million years since I’ve been reincarnated so no surprise right.

Oh yeah, I haven’t told you my name yet. I’m Death. Yeah, no kidding. I’m one of those so called evil gods the humans often prattle about. Not that I’ve done anything to them but, I am responsible for the deaths of a lot of people y’know. I am the god of death you know, I mean that’s like literally my job so you can’t blame that on me. But the humans sure thinks otherwise and they dubbed me as one of those evil gods.

So yeah, when a lot of people called you “evil god” it’s no surprise that a hero will come and try to cut your head off of you.

And one of those so called heroes is always some OP cheat people who preach about justice whenever they got the chance. Ironically they never even bothered to hear your opinion on the matter. So much for Justice amirite?

Hmm?

What was that? Oh, you think I’m scared of these heroes?

Nah, it’s just that...

Right, listen here. When you live for like a couple millions of years as an evil god, you’re bound to experience things like these like countless of times. It happens all the time y’know. And the most troublesome part is that they won’t stop. If you kill one another hero will pop out in the next decade or so. So it’s a really troublesome matter to me.

Why won’t they just leave me alone or something?

I’m just doing the task given to me by the council. Why won’t they understand. I mean if you wanted me to quit I would gladly do so. If you’re ok with a bunch of undeads going around on your garden or something then be my guest. I’m literally death. What did they expect when they tried to get rid of me.

Seriously this is ridiculous.

And this girl in front of me. Stop babbling will you. I’m so sick of this that I don’t even have the mood to listen to your lecture about justice and peace. God help us all. Wait, I am a god though. Sigh~

“— and for that purpose you have to pay for your sins and accept the divine judgement sent by the gods delivered with my own hands. May—“

“—the stars of Iustitia lead you to a righteous path in the afterlife.”

Elena’s eyes widened in shock as I said the exact same thing she wanted to say.

I don’t have any precog powers but y’know, the hero’s speech never changes for as long as I can remember it anyway.

“Wait— what?”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah, blah blah blah. I’m sick of hearing the same shit for every single decade. Can we just get this over with already?”

While she seemed confused at my statement she readily assumed her battle stance ready to fight any time.

“Wha— hmph, fine. If that’s what you want then I will gladly serve your judgement you fallen deity.”

“Yeah, you know what? Just tell me what you want and I’ll gladly do it. Just don’t bug me anymore, got that?”

She got even more confused as she realized that I was trying to parley with her instead of fighting her.

“What nonsense are you spouting about? You as the god of death should be dethroned from your kingdom of demons and should be eliminated. For as long as you live you will bring about more deaths to this world. Now that you’ve heard what us humanity wanted there’s no way you’ll agree—“

“Okay then, I agree.” I said boldly.

“Wha—!!” she froze in her place.

“I quit from my job as a god and as the ruler of the eclipse empire. Happy now?”

“You’re lying!! There’s no way you would just agree to that! And I’ve never heard of a god who quit his ‘job as a god’? That’s ridiculous!!!”

As I was getting annoyed by her constant protests I start grabbing my horn.

And I break it off my head.

“Whaaattttt!!!!!” screamed Elena, aaaand she fell to her knees.

“Damn it kinda hurts y’know. Well with this I am no longer the god of death. Now will you let me go?”

Horns signifies a god’s divinity and roles. It might sounds weird for gods to have horns but that’s how it works in this world. As the sun god Sol has four yellow horns, the moon goddess Luna has two grey horns. And I, the death god has a single black horns with red circles around it. Although I only have one horn it was quite a big one among the gods. But yeah it was nothing to brag about.

“You— You? Eh? What just? Why??!!!”

Aah, I seemed to have broken a young girl’s mind. Umm... not in a sexual way please. But hey, she’s the one who told me to quit and she’s the one who got confused. Women. I could never understand them.

“What? You just told me to quit, so I did. And now you’re confused?”

“But I didn’t thought that you would actually quit!! I mean a god quitting that’s just absurd!!”

Yeah, now that I think of it of course she gets confused. I mean anyone will get confused if a god just quit his ‘job’ in front of them. Oh well, after working for a couple millions of years it’s not that weird for someone to quit their job.

“Anyway, I just quit my job so what now? Are you going to let me go or you still planning on fighting me?”

“Hmph, even if you quit that still doesn’t change the fact that you killed countless of people before. And for that you shall be delivered judgement.”

Not going to back down, eh? Elena and the army behind her all puts themselves on guard.

“Sigh~ why won’t they just let me be? Like seriously.”

Elena’s purple clear eyes are focused at me fully intended on taking my life.

“Okay. Do as you wish but know this little girl. I am the god of death if you decided to fight against me...”

I stopped my words and sends a glare through my eyes for some dramatic effects. What? Don’t judge me, it makes threats more you know... threatening.

“A lot of people are going to die y’know.”

Crap, that was so uncool and anticlimactic. So much for dramatic effects, a child won’t even fell for it. Heck, they’ll cringe at it instead.

But then, the hero Elena, and the whole two hundred thousand knights trembled greatly in the spot. It was as if their souls are grasped by Death itself.

Well, they are facing me and I am Death so that’s a bad analogy anyway. But wow, can’t believe it worked.

“Guh— fine, we will return for now. As long as you don’t cause any trouble afterwards, we will not disturb you anymore.”

Ooh, seems like she realized that she and her army are in danger if they continue to antagonize me. Well I don’t want to kill anyone outside of my job so it’s a good thing for me too if they backed down.

“Dämmerritten! We shall return to the capital!”

And just like that they marched back. The lass seemed reluctant to leave me though. But then again, they let me be for once so be it.

Hmm, now that I’ve quit my job, I wonder what should I do?

Well there’s a lot of things I’d like to try out since I’ve came to this world but I’m practically aimless right now. And the other gods will probably hunt me now since I’ve quit my job without even noticing them. But yeah, so be it.

For now, let’s start with being an adventurer, yeah? Yeahh, that sounds fun.

Alright, off to the human world it is.

[rudra-writes]

Pallas Meets Teekalos (Part 6)

In a library at Dalaran, Pallas the Anchorite meets Teekalos the Scribe. Teekalos belongs to his player.

Pallas nods. Teeks’s advice seems commonsense. “I promise I will be careful, and not let my curiosity get the better of me.”

He sips down the end of his hot cocoa, looking disappointed at his mug to have finished it all. Then he laughs, and squeezes Teeks’s hand. “Have I distracted us from figuring out what we might do next? I apologize, it’s been so long since I was taken out on a date.” His tail untwists, flicking merrily.

Teeks swirls the last of his coffee before he knocks it back like a shot. “Too early for dinner….A walk in the park? The Kirin Tor maintain fantastic gardens. How do you feel about topiary?”

Pallas smiles at the suggestion. “Karabor used to have wonderful gardens. They were very fragrant, with all the flowers. I would very much enjoy something similar to that, if it’s like that at all. I do like flowers.”

His tiny hooves rub together eagerly. Now that he’s mentally made up his mind that he’s going to try to move forward from Boros, and he knows this handsome young draenei man is interested in him, the priest is starting to look optimistic again.

“Then let us depart.” Teeks says, standing and using their joined hands to pull Pallas up as well.

Pallas rises from his chair gracefully with Teekalos’s assistance. In high spirits, he accompanies the other draenei as they walk out of the cafe.

It’s a pleasant stroll down Dalaran’s colorful streets to the closest park. Pallas tries not to stare too much at all the different races of Azeroth they encounter along the way. Some of them ride fantastic beasts, the likes of which he’s never seen before: Flame-colored dragonhawks, fearsome proto-drakes, and an exotic zhevra.

The priest even sees a death knight’s undead charger, its master having hitched it to a post, then departed on some grim errand. He feels something when he looks at it – is it fear? The primal admiration of a frightening, wild beast? He isn’t sure.

But soon enough, they reach Dalaran's central garden, and Pallas is distracted by the beautiful, sweet-scented flowers. Blooms of every color are growing luxuriously with the assistance of magical protection from the cold. Lazy, fat bumblebees float from one flower's cup to the next.

The Anchorite is delighted, leaning his face in to sniff the sweet lilacs, spicy lilies, and fragrant roses. "These are wonderful, Teekalos! I've not seen flowers so beautiful in years. There's many here I don't recognize." He laughs. "I may be starting to share your opinion of Dalaran after this."

“There are many here that I don’t recognize either, but they are still pretty to look at. Most of them have labels however, if you can’t stand not knowing.” Teeks points out the delicate stakes next to each type of flower, with a name in common and then an italicized name in the script mages typically used that told more about its properties and its familial relations.

The gardens are one of Teeks’s favorite places to wander when he needs some space to think, when the usual welcome bustle and noise of the crowd becomes too much. It’s a quiet place, even with the few other couples wandering around, everyone speaking a bit more softly to preserve the peace of this oasis in the heart of the city. Teeks smiles as Pallas flits from flower to flower like a pale cream-colored butterfly, happy to see him happy.

The variety of flowers and scents pleases Pallas greatly, and he returns to Teekalos's side with a goofy smile on his face. "Ah, it's so lovely! I wonder if Dalaran has a need for the work of Anchorites?"

He steps up to Teekalos, hesitates a moment, then attempts to hold the other draenei's teal blue hand. "I don't see too many other draenei... Do you get lonely for company of our own people in the city?"

Teeks raises an eyebrow at Pallas’s sudden bravery, but he pairs it with a smile, and squeezes Pallas’s hand comfortingly, walking alongside Pallas as they wind their way back through the gardens.

“Sometimes.” Teeks admits honestly. “Though it’s not too bad, being in the minority here. The worst thing I generally deal with is other races treating me like a living history book. You’d think they’d be used to it, the Sindorei and the Kaldorei are both incredibly long lived species for this planet, but there you have it. Dalaran always has need of Anchorites, being so close to Icecrown. There’s still a lot of loose undead that need to be dealt with.”

The reminder that Dalaran is indeed floating in a land still plagued by the undead causes Pallas's bright smile to falter. The mage city feels so civilized and safe. For a visitor like himself, who had come into the city through magical means, the rest of Icecrown is easy to forget.

Pallas looks up at the color of the tree leaves. "It's not easy to tell that it's autumn here... I understand the humans have a holiday for this season?"

“Several.” Teekalos brightens as he spends the next several minutes discussing the history and the various traditions of the people of this world, covering Brewfest and Hallow’s End as well as Thanksgiving. “...but I’m sure you don’t want to listen to me prattle on about harvest festivals. The beer garden here is pretty festive this time of year, and in truth some of these holidays run together into one long festival. It’s not as quiet as the cafe, but I’m assured they serve authentic Dwarven beers as well as several specialty brews of the owner, if you wanted to go try a few? We could get a flight and try a little bit of everything, if you don’t know what you like.”

Even though the harvest festivals are not traditional draenei holidays, Pallas seems plenty curious and willing to listen to Teekalos talk as much as he wishes to about them. “It’s quite all right,” he insists, when Teeks mentions the priest may not want to hear him speak at length about festivals. “I would like to hear more, they sound delightful.”

The Anchorite looks sunny and cheerful, holding Teeks’s hand and being exposed to new experiences, like the exotic flowers in the garden and the human holidays. It’s refreshing for him, something he may have needed after enduring the loss of Boros. “I would love to try the beer,” he agrees, not actually certain if he likes the taste of beer or not, but being more than willing to experiment. His tail bumps against Teeks’s tail in a way that may not have been accidental. Teekalos is attractive to him, worldly and sophisticated from Pallas’s point of view, and his merry mood enhances his excitement.