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Post by Shinda on Oct 17, 2014 19:41:50 GMT
If there a place more full of Akvan's magic, then Minato was it. The place stunk of everything sick in the world, and the air was thick with disease. The little green specks of contagion that only Akvan could see almost reduced his sight, and the Demon walked with his nose up. Currently he was sticking to the quiet roads of Minato, where a few homeless people sat on the sides, waiting for death or sleep, whichever came first. Tail and wings hidden with magic, Akvan felt a little more secure with walking around. IT wasn't like anyone here was of the right mind to hate a Demon either. As far as Minato was concerned, Demons were welcome here with outstretched arms. But still, the God of disease didn't feel entirely safe here. Not only for himself, but if people got close to him, his sickly aura with no doubt leave half the city ill. And so, Akvan stuck to the quieter streets, left dirty and forgotten, just like the poor who lived down them. Sighing to himself, the Demon thought over recent events. Itami, the sister he feared to his core, was planning on helping Akvan forget his fears of hurting and killing others. The Demon doubted that it would work, but Akvan wasn't about to refuse the ever-so rare help of Itami.
Akvan glanced to watch a certain homeless man, heads tucked next to his knees as he coughed. Akvan focused on the disease troubling the man, and then looked down with gloom. So, the most recent virus was passing around. One of the only things in Akvan's job that he didn't mind was creating new illnesses. He could pick from a world of different symptoms and mutations, and create all sorts of diseases from them. Of course, then passing the new disease on made Akvan feel sick for ever enjoying making it, but for short time Akvan didn't feel like dirt. Just by looking at the ill man, Akvan could read was virus was troubling him. This new illness caused the compulsive need to cough as the throat dried out like a desert. Without sufficient fluids and care, the sufferer would eventually starting coughing up blood and in the long term probably die. The virus itself was passed from contact, be it from skin to skin touch or by coughing onto someone else. This poor man would probably infect at least five others before the virus vanished or he died. Akvan looked at the ground in gloom, contemplating on the idea of simply curing the man by driving out the disease. No, Akvan thought about that idea with everyone he infected. It was strictly against the rules, no matter how much Akvan wanted to cure the sick. Sighing, Akvan pressed on through town, the violent coughs of the man rendering painfully in Akvan's ears.
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Post by Onrah Death on Oct 19, 2014 21:13:52 GMT
It seemed a new sickness was flowing through Minato, and Onrah knew exactly what witty little brother of his was responsible. He was proud of the new invention, even if it made the Death Demon as busy as ever. Strings needed to be cut, death needed to be granted to those nearing it. Onrah walked through the town with a simple smile on his face. Townsfolk pondered over the strange long-coat wearing man as Onrah practically skipped through town. But the God was happy as usual. His senses were drawing him towards someone's up coming death, and the Demon was eager to arrive to the scene on time. He didn't have to do his job in the dying's presence, but it was always more enlightening to see the soul rise from the dead's body then simply cut off strings from afar. Onrah stopped his perky gait when he reached the origin of the sense. Glancing through a window, Onrah's eye spotted an old woman, sleeping peacefully in bed. Old age death it was, lucky lady. She was in the hands of the Angels now, as soon as Death granted her a peaceful respite.
Onrah checked he wasn't being watched before pulling the golden string out of his pocket. As soon as the string came out, it attached itself to the woman's soul. Onrah took one finger and cut the string with a simple flick. "Safe travels milady." Onrah said whilst trying to wink with his single eye.
Moving on after he'd watched the soul rise happily into the sky, Onrah hummed as he skipped once more. He headed down a quieter route in town, looking out for anymore deaths that needed granting close by. He didn't find death, but he did spot a certain favourite God. Grinning, Onrah slowed his pace to creep forwards towards the pale haired Demon ahead of him. Once close enough, Onrah engulfed Akvan's head under his arm in an embrace, smiling brightly. "Hey little Brother!" The Demon God said cheerfully, hoping with glee that his attempt at making the shy God jump had worked.
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Post by Shinda on Oct 20, 2014 19:09:49 GMT
Granted the temptation to simply cure the ill was a small thought, it stopped Akvan in his tracks as he thought harder about it. Standing in the center of the street, Akvan closed his eyes, scanning the area for every sick person currently in Minato. To make himself feel better, Akvan could always grant a cure for a few people. After all, not everyone who got sick would die from it. Sometimes Akvan could enjoy granting the body a little help in defeating the illness, but only to a few chosen individuals. The Demon God looked through the eyes of his diseases, trying to locate anyone close by that he could cure.
Finding someone relatively close, Akvan opened his eyes and stepped forward to keep moving, before-
"Hey little Brother!"
Akvan would have jumped into the sky if Onrah wasn't latched around his neck. Eyes wide open, Akvan froze like a startled goat, breathing heavily as he looked up at the tall dark haired Demon. "O-onrah!" Akvan exclaimed, hoping afterwards that no-one around knew the God of Death by his name. "Brother, what was that for?" Akvan asked when his breath returned normally. Releasing himself from the older Demon's grasp, Akvan managed to smile slightly. Onrah was a highly respected and loved Demon God, and not even Akvan had the heart to fear the friendly giant. The coughing man close by turned Akvan's sight away, and the Demon God shuddered as he listened to the thick, chesty cough. Such a noise to bring Akvan back down again after Onrah's prank.
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Post by Onrah Death on Oct 22, 2014 20:52:04 GMT
Onrah laugh aloud, good eye closed as his roughed up Akvan's hair. Someone needed to cheer up the depressed little Demon, and Gensho and Onrah had big plans to try and make Akvan loosen up. Scaring the unhappy out of Akvan with a few pranks couldn't hurt, and that was one of Onrah's specialty. He smiled lightly, not caring here or there if people around heard his name. Akvan seemed to smile, and Onrah ticked that off as a job well done. But then the coughing brought Akvan's attention away, and Onrah frowned, looking to the ill man on the street. "Ah, so that's still bugging you huh?" Onrah stared at the man, his pinkish eye looking at the ill man's soul. "Hmmm, he has a few days left, but all the signs say it'll be his end soon." Onrah sighed, looking down to his little brother.
Slowly, Onrah hooked an arm around the kid, rubbing his head in a softer manner than before. "Sorry buddy, but it's meant to be. Rather let the guy die then live on in this world like he is right?"
It was easy to understand Akvan's suffering, especially someone in similar conditions like Onrah. Gensho could always offer an ear, but the God of Night didn't know what it was like to kill like Akvan and Onrah did, no matter how much he cared for his brother. What Akvan needed was the words of experience, someone to teach him what life as a Demon God was, and how he could control his powers better by understanding their purpose. Onrah took a deep breath, looking around the quiet street as he continued to hug his delicate little brother. Onrah smiled when his senses found something. "Come on, I wanna show you something." Onrah tugged Akvan along, before giving the boy the choice to follow. Onrah took them into a side road, completely deserted from even the homeless. Smiling behind to Akvan, Onrah pointed up at a window.
The one-eyed Demon glanced inside, ears picking up the cries of baby Humans. In the small house, a woman rested, looking rather exhausted, in a bed. A man by her side holding two equally tiny humans. A home birth, and a successful one too. "The world can only hold so many people right?" Onrah asked down to Akvan, "So when we take some up to Dranar or Aura, there's room for new life down here in Sohul. It's all a balance right, a balance that we create. By creating chaos and suffering, me and you are also making the room for new life... Despite how bad we might feel, we're not evil, Akvan."
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Post by Shinda on Oct 24, 2014 21:34:26 GMT
Onrah's tendency to express most things in hugs, especially to the small Akvan, wasn't refused. Akvan didn't struggle under Onrah's arm once more, still looking on the ground as he listened to the wiser words of his older brother. Akvan looked to the pale man on the side of the street. "I know, I just... get so tired of seeing illness and death wherever I go." Akvan spoke before really thinking. His eyes looked up to the God of Death. "Sorry, that was a bit rude." He knew Onrah didn't really see his job in the pessimistic way Akvan did, but Onrah wasn't heartless either. The bringer of death must feel some sense of hatred for what he did from time to time.
The tall Demon suddenly let go, beckoning Akvan to follow him down a smaller path. Akvan glanced back to the dying man once more before following Onrah. He shuffled his feet, kicking the dirt and debris that littered the streets of Minato constantly. No doubt Onrah planned on showing Akvan something funny or scary to try and take the God's mind off of things.
But no, to Akvan's surprise as he stretched to reach the window, the sight was something much more warming. Two little babies, new born and lively. Onrah's next words pressed into Akvan. He made it sound so... noble, like by killing these poor people he and Akvan were doing good. Akvan smiled a bit, before a thought took over his mind. "Babies are susceptible to lots of diseases... Onrah could you... do you know when they'll die?" One thing Akvan felt sorry for. Not only did Onrah bring death, but he could read the 'language of death'. The magic that almost took away his eyesight gave him the ability to see exactly how someone was supposed to die, if the death was within a certain time.
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Post by Onrah Death on Oct 28, 2014 23:02:50 GMT
Onrah grinned, eye closed as he did. "No need to apologize Akvan, it's your right to have an opinion over what you do." Onrah stated. Sure, he could see why someone like him should've been offended by Akvan's statement, but Onrah wasn't that kind of guy. He was open to the opinions of all of his fellow Demons, good or bad as they might be, all were important and cherished by Onrah. He didn't change anything about someone else's opinion, and didn't force his own onto them. To the God of Death, his opinion meant very little in the comparison of learning others. He didn't always like killing, but unlike the young Akvan, Onrah was used to it, and accepted his role with more understanding than the poor God of Disease did.
Glancing carefully through the window, Onrah smiled childishly as the little babies waved their arms about looking for something to hold. Babies were a soft spot on Onrah. He enjoyed watching the rebirth of Demons, which made him a constant visitor of the Dranar birthing places. Just looking at their tiny heads and big eyes made the friendly giant melt.
"Babies are susceptible to lots of diseases... Onrah could you... do you know when they'll die?" Onrah's face turned solemn. That was a good point, and something Akvan was bounded to ask. Onrah looked closely at the family. "Nothing is showing about a upcoming death... but I'll focus more." Onrah replied. He could see a person's death long into the future, in exchange for gradually more magic energy. Onrah focused in, being silent for a long time as he read the unique language of death.
Finally he smiled, placing a hand on Akvan's furthest shoulder. "They will both live long lives, lucky for two children in Minato. Their mother will die soon of the current flu going around, but fortunately, the father will live a lot longer, and no doubt care for them. I can't tell how either will die, and their father's death is too complicated to translate... but it doesn't look too tragic." Onrah blinked, looking down at Akvan with a gentle smile. "Not every bed of roses is covered in sharp and deadly thorns eh? Here's the proof that you're not responsible for everything Akvan, so don't feel like you're holding the weight of Sohul all on those little shoulders of yours."
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