Chap 3
Everything has a begin, it's a rule any living being can comprehend and ignore as most living creatures does.
Everything has an end, something many are a cutely aware. The mentality of a human to a god is on a scale and no one is comfortable in reminder of that. Everything leads to an inevitable end.
The banquet in front of her is always smelling sweet. "Pheonix will arrive" Zaorva speaks poisoned as she holds the tea cup - it's on a shape of a skull as Zaorva's eyes lit up- and her companion doesn't utter a word until a new trail appears.
"So soon? Usually she takes more time" Death, in flesh, replied curiously. For once the woman is wearing flash and bones. Zaorva wonders if this is a private joke or if maybe she does prefer a more morbid sense of fashion for today.
"I'm trimming the path, so to speak, for the inevitable" Zaorva confessed in a airy tone. Relaxed as Death mulls her words.
"I know, but so far Jean Grey is not using much of her powers....part of your plan?" Death asked curious, resting her face on her boney hands.
Zaorva pouts a little. "If I were to train her, as someone else did in dimension 555, she would be insane and PHEONIX couldn't use her. I'm being subtle" Zaorva sighs and rolls her eyes. "And I'm patient...I realize it's rich coming from me but I'm...playing safe. If the worst comes down...I have a plan B"
Death accepts the answer. "How is life?" And is possible to see a tiny smile on her flesh face.
Zaorva doesn't wait a second. "How is death?"
Now that is a private joke among them.
Zaorva's eyes- blue and abudance- spotted him, once again. Zaorva can't help herself. "Sister, how long you want me to pretend your stalker isn't...breathing down on your window?"
Death sighs in defeat. "He can't die..." Her eyes finally greet Thanos with no enthusiasm. "He is here for a while....you missed the shit show of him...making a she-Thanos and started making out with her ...to make me" Death points her boney finger to herself. "Jealous, yes ...AGAIN"
Zaorva slowly looks to Thanos with more eyes. "I can get rid of him ...do you have any use for your ...stalker?"
Death is unimpressed by Thanos banging on her window, declaring his love like a mad Titan - in a way, he truly is a mad titan- and ignoring an Outer God who is gazing at him with all her blue eyes.
Death looks back to her sister. "Death can't ever rid of Thanos"
Zaorva interjects. "You are just asking how creative I can be ...and I can be very creative my dear sister"
Death smiles sweetly now. "Then be my guest"
Zaorva only smiles.
Natasha Romanoff is considering to quit the Avengers, a thought it runs in her mind when her missions are too bloody. Daredevil once almost menaged to retired as a hero but his own hubrius prevent it.
Natasha Romanoff wants to be a mother....and if she can't go to the natural route, adoption is a very reliable and feasible option.
"What?" Natasha inquired as her view and contemplations are cut short by a small meteor it hit closer to her car. Inside there a purple baby ....
It's an ugly thing, Natasha can't deny, but even so...Natasha picks up said baby. "Who are you?"
The baby just scream.
Natasha is at loss on what to do.
Better call Carol!