Street shopping with The god of Death
“Smile and wave”
He ignored the stupidity of that comment, seriously smile and wave? Wave at who? The old decrepit women across the street who looks like she wants to eat him alive.
Thanatos seemed to ignore his confusion instead opting to browse through a ‘latest wizarding trends’ fashion magazine.
Why is this god so excited to go shopping, especially in these shops? He might not be an Aphrodite kid but even he knows that bright orange robes isn’t the best fashion move.
He’s been dragged around playing dress up to an immortal death god and for most of it he was seriously wondering why his life turned out like this.
Maybe it was the being a demigod thingy.
Or maybe the fates were getting bored.
“All I’m saying is that the robes are obviously too long, he could trip! That a couple of inches off than we have a deal.” The god’s voice rang out before him, he must have subconsciously followed the god to the next store as he mentally freaked out.
“No deal, robes are supposed to be that long” the lady behind the counter added.
Which for once he might have to side with Mr.spooky with the robe problem. Seriously how is a demigod supposed to run for his life if he has a glorified dress in his way. The length almost goes all the way down to his ankle and he knows with his luck he’ll probably trip with such a long wardrobe.
“Maybe just another inch” he stopped talking looking up towards the women with a slight embarrassed looked, “I’m very clumsy.” And add in a hint of puppy dog eyes.
Instantly he could tell he won, her eyes softened. “Well I don’t mind. But it will be an up charge on the original price.” He ignored the rest instead looking around the store taking in any threats.
There was a family with red hair looking at prices, a very pretty bushy hair girl trailed behind them. But that didn’t catch his eye instead it was the boy with round glasses that did.
The mist seemed to not know what to do with him, the obvious problem was the fact that the Huge lighting shaped scar on his head had an unnatural aura.
Deadly and wrong, that’s how he could describe it. By the way Thanatos tensed up next to him the god felt it too.
He leaned over to whisper. “What the hades was that”
“That is your quest.” The god seemed agitated. He tried to ignore it and instead focus on the gods words.
That boy’s scar was his quest? Was it some kind of riddle? Gods he hates riddles.
The quickly left, the god was obviously trying to rush passed the boy, Tim could see the gods unnaturally pale face turn red with anger when he looked at the scar before they made it out.
The duck into a near by alleyway.
“What do you mean he’s my quest?”
“Not him you idiot.” The god paused looked around and snapped his fingers, suddenly they were standing in a grave yard before two graves.
“This isn’t about the boy, it’s about the soul inside him.”
“I’m pretty sure the boys soul is still meaning associated with the boy”
“Not his, the freeloading soul that resides in his scar.”
Tim nodded, not understanding a single thing but acting like he does.
He heard a sigh “thank fates I don’t have to give you a silly prophecy to appease the fates, they seemed to believe this little quest I’m giving you will give them a form on entertainment so their being hands off.”
“Oh ok what does that have to do with the quest? Aren’t we defying them?”
“Nah we are just messing up their pre planned out fates for this particular chess board, but anyways basically long story short a little brain dead wizard wanted to start another genocide, you know like mortals do every other century whenever they need someone to blame.”
“A little dark but I guess that’s true-“
“Don’t interrupt my story telling!” The god exclaimed, which Tim will like to point out that the god was the one to derailed the story in the first place.
“Anyways brain dead decided to cosplay as a snake and have a bunch of racist followers, war starts out like they always do, light vs dark you know the whole shebang, anyways it was very obvious the fates where getting restless and decided to move things along. So they did what every author does when they need a plot line.”
The god paused like he wanted Tim to answer the question. “I can’t really read so I wouldn’t know?”
Cue another sigh. “They made a prophecy child, you know the typical light side savior defeats the dark side leader.”
“Oooh that makes sense..” he paused remembering the original question. “But that doesn’t explain the scar.”
“Ugh do I need to spell it out for you, Mr snake cosplayer split his soul in multiple pieces to escape me and than proceeded to brag about it.”
Oh that explained why to god looked so mad, after all the soul that resigns in that kid was the same soul that mess with the god of death’s domain.
And you do not mess with a god’s domain like that and then proceed to brag about it.
Tim almost shivered thinking about the punishment that waits for the snake man.
“Anyways he accidentally made the kid into one of his vessels after he tried to kill him when he was a baby. So yeah that’s the run down, all you have to do is gather the items that hold his soul fragments and boom we are done.”
That was.. that sounded to easy, there has to be a catch of some kind.
The god handed him a pendent shaped like a skull. Very edgy, very emo, stays on theme with the rest of Thanatos’s aesthetic.
“Just tap the item with the pendent and boom no more soul fragments, but be careful with the living vessels those are tricky.” That was suspiciously easy.
“Why don’t you do it, it sounds easy enough?”
The god started to blush, did Tim say something wrong?
“Well you see, I might’ve accidentally unintentionally made a one shot kill curse and taught the wizards it for a prank against Hecrate.” An awkward smile adorn the gods face as if he didn’t just admit to giving the wizards a fancy version of a semi automatic shotgun.
“I’m sorry what? Can you repeat that I might be hard of hearing. Did you just say kill curse”
“It was an honest mistake, I didn’t think it would spread as quickly as it did, but don’t worry the most it could do to you is make you feel like your being brutally tortured but that only if like 50 of those things hit you all at once.” The god nervously picked his nails.
“Still that isn’t a good reason against not doing the quest yourself.” Tim started, deciding to wising ignore the last part.
“Well than hecrate made me do truth or dare and I’m not a coward so I picked dare and we’ll you see…” the god began to stammer before whispering “I might have given mortals really powerful items on a dare.”
Tim’s eye twitch, why in the world are gods like this? “And” he prompted.
“A-and now hades won’t let me interfere with anything anymore.” He looked annoyed at that, almost like a punished child who couldn't play with his new toy cause daddy said no.
What even is his life.