Monster the Vamelfaer
Sells all the Shubi
Mors
The sun was at its zenith now, the last traces of dawn finally vanishing from the sky in wispy pink tendrils. All of Caeles was bathed in a soft, golden light, promising what many of the gods hoped would be another peaceful day. For Mors, however, that promise was already ruined.
The tall, dark figure stalked down the hallways of Caeles, eyes lowered, muttering under his breath. “Impossible woman. ‘Why can’t you spare them?’ she says. What do I look like, Krima? Should I be letting them off for good behavior? ‘Oh no sir, I see you rescued a cat stuck in a tree earlier this month. Five more months for you.’” He scoffed. “If Della could have it her way, she’d have every mortal made into no less than gods. And they think I’m the threat.” Mors was about to continue, but suddenly stopped in his tracks with a faint squeak on the tile floor. The God of Death stood still, feeling the sun’s warm rays beaming down on him, and yet he felt a chill of cold air run through him. He blinked.
In his vision, a pale, silver light lit up in front of him; faint at first, but then growing steadily brighter. A soul.
“How…?” he breathed.
Mors quickened his pace until he reached the end of the hallway, pausing for a moment outside the door there. Normally he wouldn’t come anywhere near here, but… He threw the door open.
The window was open, a soft breeze whispering through the curtains. The lavish furniture was exactly the same as he had remembered from the last time he had set foot in here, and yet that silver light still burned. Mors stepped around the bed, eyes drawn immediately to the floor. There it was. The soul was barely hanging on to his body, clinging to him by nothing more than a thread as it desperately moved toward the open window, longing to be free. His warm blood pooled on the floor beneath him like melted gold, with skin paler than the face of the moon, and the eyes of a man who had just witnessed the impossible. Mors stood over the body, his yellow eyes glowing faintly as he observed the scene, his face completely blank. “Sol…” He knelt down beside the dying god and dipped a finger into the blood on the floor before bringing it up to examine it curiously. “Apparently, not so immortal after all, hmm?” Mors glanced at Sol, but was not prepared for the anger he saw written on his face. It shouldn’t have been surprising; Mors always knew that Sol hated him. Most of the gods did. To be fair, he wasn’t particularly fond of them either.
The God of Death rose to his feet again and absently wiped off the blood on his hand on his pant leg. The soul was practically gone by now, shining like the stars most had already forgotten, connected to the God of the Sun by a tiny strand. “Look, I know you never liked me, Sol. And really, you don’t deserve any favors from me,” a large, copper scythe materialized in Mors’ hands, “But I’ll grant you just this one anyway.” He took a step back from the dying god, his eyes fixated on the cord that linked the soul to the corpse. “What is it the mortals like to say? Rest in peace?” The corner of his mouth twitched into a smile. “Funny, never thought I’d be saying that to you of all people.”
Mors swept the scythe across the cord with one quick movement. There was an earsplitting shriek as the soul was released from the god’s body and immediately shot out the window and out of sight, producing a concussive shockwave behind it. The air became cold as the sun above them slowly faded, as if a cloud had just moved in front of it, but hadn’t moved on. Within a few minutes, the sky was pitch black, illuminated only by the silver rays of the moon, casting its cold shadow over them. Mors looked up, able to admire the stars for the first time in a millennia. He stood there for a moment before looking down at the body again and placing his foot on Sol’s chest. He grasped the sword that protruded from his chest and yanked it from him. Mors examined the silver sword before holding it up in front of the moon; a perfect crescent.
“Now isn’t this an interesting turn of events…” he murmured.