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It was almost noon when the aspect of death woke up. A late hour to start the day according to most, but not very unusual for the broody male who didn’t really have a circadian rhythm. He didn’t have any obligations demanding him to wake up a certain time. No hobbies forcing him to be at a certain place. What he did have was duties but he hadn’t fulfilled them in ages and now it felt almost insuperable starting, but he knew he would have to sooner rather than later.
Erythreus yawned as he got up from the bed, wondering what today would bring. Nowadays everyday was almost the same, escape the guards pretending to go to the grave yard helping lost souls find peace and keeping order in the death realm. However instead he ended up drunk in a bar reminiscing about old times and old love. Somehow life had taken a turn and Ery didn’t know how to break the pattern. The rest of his aliward family had looked at him concerned, trying to break trough to the bitter shell of Erythreus but without luck.
After a quick look in the mirror assuring he didn’t look like a complete wreck, not more than usual anyways, the aspect left his residence and made his way to the shared kitchen. The mansion was quiet, all of the guards were outside practising with the new weapons that had been delivered the previous day. The rest of the aspects were probably with them helping and participating. Erythreus had a faint memory he’d been asked but grunted a sour ”No”. Now he regretted that decision. It would’ve been nice feeling part of something again. The blonde knew they would welcome him with open arms if he decided to join in now. He could hear their laughters from a far and longed to be there with them. Anyhow he also knew that if he had been there he’d feel distanced, ruining the fun for the rest of his family.
Instead the lonely aspect searched through the fridge for something to eat. His eyes noted a hot sauce with Bexley´s name tag on it, causing him to frown. That guard had been one of his closer friends but had also had a rough period in life and left the manor, and suddenly Ery knew what today would bring. He found himself a sandwich in the fridge that he devoured on his way to town, hoping any of the guards wouldn’t give him hell about it later, and heading for Bexley´s little shop in town. It wasn’t weather to drive his motorcycle and it would’ve drawn too much attention. He didn’t want to tell the guards where he went, hoping they wouldn’t notice he wasn’t brooding in his room until he came back.
A bell rang as he entered the small shop announcing his arrival. ”So its here you’ve been hiding Bex” Erythreus stated not meeting the females eyes.
Erythreus had been lost for a long time. He couldn’t remember his human life, if he’d been happy and had a loving family or a miserable start. Then came decades of being a valkyr during what the modern time called the Middle Ages. Bloodshed and slaughter was all that era had been. Naturally Erys humanity had vanished during this time to be able to endure all the murders he both were responsible for and wittnesed. It had taken a long time until that part of him awoke again. When becoming an aspect and becoming a part of a family again some of his humanity had come back. However some bits were lost forever. With every hard decision and adversity it felt like the closed off male grew closer to loosing his humanity once again.
Bexley’s past had as well as his own not been a dance on roses. The aspect knew all too well which torments the guard had been force to live through. As the souls passed over to his realm he got a quick glimpse, almost as their life in replay. He needed this info so that he could get a better understand what would help them fully pass over. Some souls chose to never do leaving them a shatter of who the once where forever stuck between worlds doomed to always drift. For the who passed it wasn’t as simple as heaven or hell. Kingdom of death was a very complex world. The soul was pretty much in command. Those who believed they needed punishment would forever relive their worst fears. And those who had come to peace with what had been could look forward to a new start and harmony. Therefore Ery played an important role to guide them and help them come to peace with their past decisions. A hard job for someone who hadn’t gotten his life together and a duty he had neglected the passed two years. Other problems overshadowing the males agenda.
Both were lost in thought. Afraid to pierce the silence with the questions they wanted to ask and maybe stir up another hurtful situation as the one the insensitive aspect had just caused. A comforting squeeze of his shoulder warmed him easing the guilt and self loath that had started to build in his chest after his clumsy exclaims. ”Yes” He confirmed smiling back at her and following her through the portal to her house. Her house smelled of different potions and ancient stuff, and Crane stood there as a Welcome committee, a faint copy of the dhampir warrior he’d been. ”Hey man can’t say I am very happy to see you like the even tho it is nice to see you again” Erythreus said sincerely. The sour male couldn’t help but be moved by the emotions, but they helped him understand what kept Crane from going back to the after life. ”That’s what’s keeping you here isn’t it” Erytheus mumbled to himself.
Seeing ghosts weren’t something extraordinary for the aspect of death, it was expected. Most often he wished he didn’t have to be bothered by their presence. It wasn’t very pleasant being haunted by souls frustrated and angry that their time had ended much too soon but if he didn’t see the souls of the dead there was something clearly wrong. However even tho he was used to the see trough faint version that you became after dying, it was always a shock seeing someone you knew.
Cranes eyes bore in to his ice blue. He looked torn as if he hadn’t slept for days. Hi didn’t speak directly to him but his eyes were framing him awakening the guilt that always thrived at the back of his mind. Cranes death had been a been caused a lot of guilt and anxiety for Erythreus. The ancient male was convinced that it was his fault that Crane had died. His decisions had lead to the events forcing them to flee from Skye. ”I wish that you were here with us, that I could turn back time and save you, but this” he said considering his word carefully ”This isnt living” the blunt aspect spoke watching his former friend to see how the words hit him.
He listened to Bexleys words saying the same thing as him. That she didn’t want him gone and that she too felt guilty for his death. The words made Erythreus frown how could she feel guilty when clearly he was the one to blame. He didn’t quite understand how she hadn’t made the connection. ”You’re a great friend Crane but you can’t fix that, the isn’t your world anymore” Erythreus hated saying the words separating two friends. ”But you are right we have failed in supporting Bexley and help her grieve”.
Ery could see the hope glimmer in the guards eyes and he hated that he would be the one to blow it out. ”He could” he took a short pause considering his word carefully. ”He could even be a while but it would be an illusion and it would break him. Souls who choose to stay in this world shatter they can’t stay in one place they are doomed to a restless life always searching for something missing”.
”Oh I am sorry, not as if things can get any worse for him” Erythreus said rolling his eyes. He wasn’t a very subtle person normally. With ghosts haunting him for months celestials hating his guts and an unsuccessful love life any delicacy he had harbored was gone. The angry aspect took a deep breath to calm down trying to remember that it wasn’t Crane and certainly not Bexley’s fault. ”I apologize it was a long time since I had to interact with others, I shall try and behave” Ery said sternly still trying to calm down.
”And an important part of that is noticing the people in it offering help to those in need” the aspect argued. ”Something myself has been worthless at these last few months” He let out another deep sigh his blue eyes meeting the floor. He wasn’t proud of where he had let his life go. Neglecting his duties and feeling sorry for himself not baring to identify his fellow faction members pain.
”That’s absurd” Erythreus laughed. He hadn’t interacted much with the aurazins, too caught up in his own problems. However he had heard their stories and their history and knew they were the only species besides him who could had returned from the kingdom of death once leaving earth. Valkyrs souls never passed it stayed during their short transition time, while the aurazins souls passed over to the other side before returning something that should be impossible. Ery hadn’t been sober enough to give it much thought or go over there to examine it further. Another miss to add to his growing pile. Would he ever get back on track?
”Of course not wouldn’t want to lose him twice” A plan formed in his head. It was a risky plan and he would need Cranes help to go through with it.
Physical touch had always been Erythreus language. He wasn’t good with words or showing affection, but he loved to cuddle, hug and hold hands it calmed him and kept the darkness away. It had been one of the reasons him and his ex hadn’t worked. She’d always flinched away from his touch in public and never gave comforting squeezes or hugs. ”Thank you” he said sighing. Relaxing under her touch. He wished he was better at finding the right moments to give assuring hugs or comforting pats. Usually he just stood beside lost while others came to the rescue.
”It’s nice that someone has a little faith left with everything that is wrong in the world” Ery said chuckling. He’d lost his belief a long time ago. He’d never been very religious. Not even when he grew up and the churches had immense power. When turning supernatural and seeing all the magic affecting the world he’d stopped believing in a higher power all together. The broody aspect wasn’t as sure that things would work out for the better but he kept his mouth shut for once.
”Yes it is ridiculous, stupid and absurd” The emotional aspect withhold. ”Undead Army I’ve never heard of such nonsense” Erythreus muttered to himself. He couldn’t see point of it. The undead couldn’t do much harm tho this world. They couldn’t even be noticed by most. There must be another motive or reason behind it all. Maybe it was all just a big mistake.
”That wasn´t what I had in mind” he stopped her before she started to use her magic they would need her energy later if plan A didn’t work. ”Do you trust me despite the way I’ve selected you the past year?” He asked knowing what he was to propose wouldn’t be very popular but still necessary to find out if things were as they suspected.
Being accused of being too social and extrovert had never been the case with Ery. Not even before becoming a depressed drunk who isolated himself from the world and lost control of his powers. He’d keep to a close circle of friends, Dom and Bexley being his closest allies even tho he valued everyone in the family equally. Especially Bex matched his vibe and had always understood him. The complex brunette didn’t feel obligated to share him up or undermine his feelings by saying it was all going to be okay when it wasn’t. A trait much appreciated by the aspect of death. It wasn’t many people who understood that when he was upset he usually didn’t want a quick fix. He just wanted confirmation and someone to sit in the sinking ship beside him a while. Bexley had done that for him numerous times but they, just as him and Dom, had lost their way. Other relations had been prioritized a while and then it had been too much of an effort to reach out. The sensitive aspect realized now how much he had missed his friend.
”Thought it was our dear friends the celestials job” Erythreus said jokingly rolling his eyes. ”We´ll see if you still do after my next proposal” he mumbled quietly looking at Crane who would play a big part in his plans. He took a deep breath, trying to collect strength knowing that what he was about to say might as well make Bexley refuse and send him on his way back to the manor. ”I suggest we try and make Crane pass over” Ery dropped the shocking announcement and put up a hand before any of them could start protesting.
”Let me explain” He asked keeping eye contact with the pair. ”When someone dies and has accepted their fate, ready to cut all ties keeping them in this world, well usually it takes a little job from me to get them there, anyways then I escort them to their new realm in my dragon form” The aspect of death hadn’t explained the procedure to anyone before. It wasn’t like anyone wanted to hear. Mostly people just wanted to connect to passed ones through him. ”The veil is only working one way for the souls they can pass through on the way in but not go back, or at least it is supposed to be that way.” He paused knowing his next revelation would be even more shocking. ”I think Ive figured out a way to bring you along as well Bex” Knowing that she wouldn’t want to miss out on the action.
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