and now the conclusion.
"Yun, he has no power over you, or, at least, not us both. Knock him out." Death said.
"How? We just went through a door, how is he going to be any different?" Yun asked desperatly, eager to bring his wife back to life.
"He has a soul." Death said, and started to float backwards. Sure enough, as soon as Yun approached the mourge worker, his will could not hold them both back. Yun punched the man in the head, and although his hand phased through his head like water, the man fell to the ground a second later.
"How's that?" Yun-death asked. "Did I hit his soul?"
"More or less." Death said and looked to the body in the pine box. In response to seeing this, a scythe faded into sight in his hand. "Leeches." He said and slashed his scythe just above the woman's body. Yun-death watched as blurry black blotches flew from the strike, revealing a light floating above his wife's abdomin.
"Leeches? Look! they're coming back! kill them!" He urged Death.
"I'm death, not murder, and besides, they don't exactly do buisness with us. They don't stay dead." Death said and looked around somewhat franticly, especially upward.
"Well... do it! bring her back!" Yun-death was eager to see his wife rise again.
"I did. Her soul is bound strong enough to her body that, provided life comes soon, she should rise without any more help." Death's scythe vanished, seeing the leeches from before crawling away.
"Is Life a demi-god too? And murder?" Yun-death asked, feeling entirely foreign.
"Now you are catching on." Death smiled and looked up directly above Yun-death's wife's body.
"You won't take her innocent soul, you-" The mourge worker said and shouted his last word while swinging a clay jar of water at Yun, who was closer to him than Death. In only seconds, Yun felt himself passing out, and fell to the ground, wet from the water. The worker tried to do the same to Death, but the jar had emptied with only one splash.
"Don't make me hit you." Death said simply, an intimidating look on his face. With that remark, the mourge worker ran out and disappeared into the night. "How did I know you would be here? It probably had to do with the fact that a mortal had somehow known about you, and was convinced of a perverted truth." Death's scythe reappeared, and he tossed it through the bamboo wall of the hut. "Come out Dalphana, It is obvious this soul is of some great consequence to you." Death said, his gaze now diverted from above.
"isn't that strange... the leader of the demi-gods of death, and you recruit a weak mortal to be your body sheild? Too bad he already fell. It would be interesting to see what you would do with him. Here's your scythe, by the way." she said, and Death's scythe flung through the wall again, to be caught effortlessly.
"You have tried to kill me before, don't try again. It doesn't look like you got much stronger either." Death said.
"I learned how to destroy you this time." Dalphana said, phasing through the door, burns appearing on her skin, shown quite weathily.
"You even abandoned your robe that the destroyer gave you... and you dress like a skank. You are death, not lust." Death said.
"Was death. I am Dalphana again, the goddess of the end."
"How long did it take you to come up with that name?" Death said in a joking tone. "Goddess isn't even remotely accurate, you couldn't even destroy me before." Death said, in a sober mindset, that aligned with the rest of his being, his appearance, mood, and stance.
"You want to play I see." She said seductively. "I enjoy... the fight."
"Funny, I remember things differently. I remember almost totally ending your existance when you tried to kill me, and you were not happy." Death was unphased by her in every way. They stared into one another's eyes for a few seconds, and then suddenly, Death leaped like an explosion off the ground and slashed his scythe through the air. Dalphana barely dodged the attack, her arm getting cut in the end. She cried out in pain, and fell to the ground.
"You wouldn't... try to attack a woman would you?" She said, innocently.
"No... I wouldn't try." Death said, and stabbed his scythe into her stomach, and her ghostly form faded away. "I don't do well around women." Death said, seeing that Yun had awoken a few seconds before Dalphana disappeared. "When I was a mortal, I didn't have the best of experiences with them. Don't get me wrong, I respect the heck out of 'em, but I never got close to any of them. That's how I became a demi-god." Death said, and stood where he was, his eyes again locked onto the ceiling above Yun's wife.
More to come in part 4.
"You have tried to kill me before, don't try again. It doesn't look like you got much stronger either." Death said.
"I learned how to destroy you this time." Dalphana said, phasing through the door, burns appearing on her skin, shown quite weathily.
"You even abandoned your robe that the destroyer gave you... and you dress like a skank. You are death, not lust." Death said.
"Was death. I am Dalphana again, the goddess of the end."
"How long did it take you to come up with that name?" Death said in a joking tone. "Goddess isn't even remotely accurate, you couldn't even destroy me before." Death said, in a sober mindset, that aligned with the rest of his being, his appearance, mood, and stance.
"You want to play I see." She said seductively. "I enjoy... the fight."
"Funny, I remember things differently. I remember almost totally ending your existance when you tried to kill me, and you were not happy." Death was unphased by her in every way. They stared into one another's eyes for a few seconds, and then suddenly, Death leaped like an explosion off the ground and slashed his scythe through the air. Dalphana barely dodged the attack, her arm getting cut in the end. She cried out in pain, and fell to the ground.
"You wouldn't... try to attack a woman would you?" She said, innocently.
"No... I wouldn't try." Death said, and stabbed his scythe into her stomach, and her ghostly form faded away. "I don't do well around women." Death said, seeing that Yun had awoken a few seconds before Dalphana disappeared. "When I was a mortal, I didn't have the best of experiences with them. Don't get me wrong, I respect the heck out of 'em, but I never got close to any of them. That's how I became a demi-god." Death said, and stood where he was, his eyes again locked onto the ceiling above Yun's wife.
More to come in part 4.
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