Where no one goes {Open}

This human was rather smart, but Mirun was a sucker for deals and contracts. It was in his nature. His whole power revolved around it. Before conception, souls signed a contract with Life to live, then they also signed a contract to die when the time came. It was a cycle of deals and signatures, which made Mirun's blood pump. He smirked and was about to answer before he froze, going tense, his eyes staring ahead as if something was in the air. Someone was in his temple. Someone had... praised him? Gave him thanks? He turned around, Mozart giving a low growl as he shifted into a large Dire Wolf, fur spiking at the entrance of the main chamber. This temple had been abandoned by worshipers for so long. All his priest, who never strayed from the secluded island, never passed on their knowledge after their deaths which left Mirun, utterly, void of followers.


He looked over his shoulder, lowering his hands while he turned, noticing the Alicorn and her dog. The barking didn't bother him, it was what she said. Lord. Lord Death. Yes, that was his title, but no one ever used it. Usually it was just Death or the Grim Reaper. "Excuse me?" He mumbled, almost in shock. Maestro the Timberjack gave a low growling noise, the Nargacuga Cookie sniffing at the dog before looking to Mirun for orders, none coming. "I am Lord Death, are you the one that offered thanks?" he asked, ignoring Radio's existence, except waving a hand for the Nargacuga to keep an eye on him. "Aren't you a beautiful subject?" He asked, studying her. "I've never seen an Alicorn, well, I have, but not a living one at my temple." It was actually shocking him. How many years had he gone since there was someone in his temple that actually wanted to be there? A hundred? A thousand? Alas, he had lost count.


"What are you doing here?" That was it, the final question he had in his head. Was this one actually here to offer thanks or was it a prank? Too many times it had been a prank that left him feeling rather hollow.

Mirun had heard many sermons when Gods were still considered high powered beings that deserved respect all across the board (until mortals began to flick only an eyelash at them instead, or, in Mirun's case that was it), but what the alicorn said nearly struck him as... true but also odd. He never thought of it that way before, his own job taking a heavy burden. He supposed he nearly ignored it. Having to stand over dying men, women, and children. About to take their souls so they could move on, just to hear the begging, the cursing, and the pitiful attempt to fight back. Too many times had he have to watch a child die in front of his own eyes, which was like a thorn forever pressing into his heart. He remembered every soul he ever took, ever since he started this life. He also remembered the Death before him. In fear and grief of the great beyond, Mirun had bartered his own soul to the previous Death. He made a deal, signed a contract in his own blood, and it was sealed. He would take the burned of the former Grim Reaper and do it himself, in exchange for near immortality, and for the old Grim Reaper to move on.

Little did he know how hard the job was. His first week was horrible. He had to take lives by the thousands. Wielding the scythe passed town, and using the old horse he soon released from their burden and replaced with his old dog Mozart, who died sleeping at his mortal body's grave. Mirun signed another deal then, too. In order to Mozart to perform his duties as Death's mount, Mirun had to offer up something that was precious to him from his mortal life: he had to slay his own mother before her time. Mother Nature was a cruel mistress back then indeed, where she was now, Mirun couldn't fathom. He went through with the deal, shedding tears for years, but his mother was sick and in pain, so he justified his actions, no matter how painful they were for him to act upon.

Just knowing how many souls he had collected, and being able to barter with them as if they were playthings... it wasn't because he was cruel, he realized that long ago. It was because he was scared, he was lonely, and he was sad, depressed, and hurting. What pain could replace having to stand over a crib, with the mother sobbing over her newborn dying from Tay-Sach's Disease, knowing that in two more years, they would die, and Mirun could have to explain to the soul of a child what happened, and that they can never see their mother or father again, they can never grow up and have a normal life, that they can never marry and have a kid of their own.

What could justify walking out in the middle of a war zone and taking away the souls of brave soldiers, from both sides, that will never go home? Never know if they won or loss? How can one deal with the pain of knowing that, because of you, someone will never see their son, their husband, or their brother again because you had to take their loved one away from them? How can everything, God or not, justify that? Mirun always thought 'well, I'm just doing my job', but that never helped. Is part of his job killing the innocent? Yes. Even when the sad runs out, he is the one that deals the final blow, takes that final breath from the departed's lungs, and sends their soul off without a glance. Overtime, he began cold-hearted and cruel. Playing with the souls he would eventually send off. Creating deals to gain an end, to raise his self-esteem, to make himself feel more justified in the world.

What was the point if, one day, he would be the old Grim Reaper he made a deal with? That he would one day beg a dying mortal to take his job, just so one could get rest. But what happened to that old Reaper's soul? Did it go to heaven? Or did it burn in hell because of what they had done? Images of all the lives Mirun had taken, sounds of the screams and cries from young and old filled his ears. He couldn't hear anything else, smell anything else but fresh blood, disease, and decay. He supposed, in a sense, that was why he liked animals more than people. Especially attacking coconuts. They accepted death. They never feared him, or tried to run away. They settled down in a nice place and died. And attacking coconuts would surround themselves with those they loved before they passed, and Mirun was welcomed as their release from the mortal pains. It was easier to take an animal's life than a human's. Animals accepted him, while most humans fought back. You had a few that accepted they were going to die, and welcomed Death with open arms, but other times it wasn't like that.

Sometimes Mirun had to take the life of an unborn child, or a stillborn, and they didn't know what was happening. It made his heart ache so much, he wished he could block all his worldly emotions and not feel anything. Perhaps that was why he was so desperate for love and attention, why he choose certain mortals to pick on. Because they had it all. They had people that would smile at them, a life they could live, a life where they could change whatever it was they wanted to do at any time but Mirun? No, he was stuck. Unlike his love Raphael, he couldn't grant life. He could grant years, time, but life? No. He could only take it away. He was the most hated out of the Gods in many religions because he took something that was considered sacred away. 'But I don't have a choice!' he would shout, only to have people answer back 'you monster, you fiend!'. It hurt.

Shaking his head, his eyes having misted over with tears from painful memories, he just glanced back at Radio, all humor gone, only hurt evident in his eyes while his voice and face showed no signs of emotions. "Go on, get out of here. I've opened a portal for you to the door to your right."

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Goodness o3o'' sorry about that, Mirun's muse is depressed today.