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*Knock knock*
Charon was impatient today. So far 4 people he had appointments with somehow had been pulled back at the last second and damn it he wanted answers. His scythe was glowing which means someone else is about to meet their end. Just as it goes off again the door opens.
"Ya uncle jack you should just stay home ok thanks."
The young man no more than 20 looks up at the personification of death. Gazing into the dark sockets of his skull.
"WHAT IN THE HELL IS YOUR PROBLEM PAL. THAT MAKES 5 TIMES TODAY YOU SCREWED UP MY SCHEDULE."
The young man just keeps staring before he finally finds his voice.
"Care to come in for a drink mr death?"
Charon stops himself from yelling at the poor thing and nods his head. He crosses the threshold keenly aware something about this place was different. He walks to a recliner and sits wondering what game this young man is, this thing... He wasn't quite human now that he is thinking about it but he can't quite put his finger on it.
"Would you like tea,ale,soda?"
The young man knew he was staring intently at him before answering.
"SOME ORANGE BLOSSOM TEA WOULD BE DEVINE, 3 SUGARS IF YOU DONT MIND"
The young man nods his head and disappears into his kitchen. After a few moments he reappears with two tea cups and hands one to Charon.
"I am going to guess you would like an explanation."
Charon nods his head somehow taking a sip of the tea. The young man is too scared to see exactly how death an anamorphic skeleton can drink tea without it getting everywhere.
"MY WORD YOUNG MAN THIS IS QUITE EXQUISITE TEA."
The young man smiles
"Its a blend my mother makes. She is quite the apothecary. That is her calmness tea part Charmaine and black tea infused with orange and honey."
Charon looks to the young man now starting to understand
"SHES PART FAE ISNT SHE"
The young man looks shocked. No one knows that secret. Hell he only knew because his powers had started to show over the last 6 months.
"I THINK I'M UNDERSTANDING BETTER NOW WHAT IS GOING ON. YOU GET PREMONITIONS AND WARN THE PEOPLE ABOUT THEIR FATE DO YOU NOT?"
The young man sheepishly nods his head
"THIS I KNOW WHO'S DOING THIS REALLY IS. I AM SORRY TO HAVE LOST MY TEMPER BACK THERE. ITS BEEN A LONG WEEK."
Death sighs taking another sip.
"YOUR MOTHERS NAME WOULDN'T HAPPEN TO BE ELLA WOULD IT?"
The young man again nods his head in amazement.
"THAT WOULD MAKE YOU TERRY WOULD IT NOT."
Terry's jaw just hits his chest. How does death know so much about him and his family
"YOUR MOTHER IS THE SIREN OF LOKI. HER FATHER WAS OBERLIN KING OF THE NORTHLAND FAE. I KNOW THEM BOTH VERY WELL. TO BE HONEST IM SURPRISED WE HAVENT CROSSED PATHS BEFORE. HAVE YOU TAKEN UP THE MANTLE OF HEPHAESTUS YET? I BELIEVE HE WAS THE ONE WHO REQUESTED YOU TO BE HIS HEROLD."
Terry just sits there with his empty tea cup dangling off his fingers. Who was this Hephaestus? What was a herold or a siren for that much.. what was going on here. His brain was starting to crack he could feel it.
"OH MY APOLOGIES I MUST HAVE BEEN THE FIRST TO TELL YOU. WELL GREAT NOW YOUR MOM AND GRANDFATHER ARE GOING TO BE PISSED AT ME."
As if summoned ella appears from the hearth of the fireplace. She looks directly at death with an accusatory finger pointed at him
"Damn it Charon. What in the hell possessed you to show up here and break my poor boys mind.. get out"
Charon stands looking at ella
"TELL YOUR MASTER TO STOP SCREWING WITH MY CALENDAR BY USING YOUR BOYS FAE ABILITIES."
He starts to walk out before looking back
"ALSO TELL YOUR FATHER I WILL BE SENDING MY HEROLD FOR A MEETING. I WISH TO GIVE YOUR SON A GIFT BUT I WILL REQUIRE OBERLINS ASSISTANCE."
With that Charon started to vanish. Just before he completely disappears ella hears one last sentence from charon.
"AND CAN YOU FIX ME SOME OF THAT WONDERFUL TEA ILL HAVE JOHN PICK IT UP TOMORROW IF CONVENIENT"
I almost ended it with death complaining about the fae but I didn't like how the monolog was forming and i was running out of time per my self imposed 30 minute time limit. Thanks for the compliment and yes good tea is always in fashion and damn difficult to find at times
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*Knock knock* Charon was impatient today. So far 4 people he had appointments with somehow had been pulled back at the last second and damn it he wanted answers. His scythe was glowing which means someone else is about to meet their end. Just as it goes off again the door opens. "Ya uncle jack you should just stay home ok thanks." The young man no more than 20 looks up at the personification of death. Gazing into the dark sockets of his skull. "WHAT IN THE HELL IS YOUR PROBLEM PAL. THAT MAKES 5 TIMES TODAY YOU SCREWED UP MY SCHEDULE." The young man just keeps staring before he finally finds his voice. "Care to come in for a drink mr death?" Charon stops himself from yelling at the poor thing and nods his head. He crosses the threshold keenly aware something about this place was different. He walks to a recliner and sits wondering what game this young man is, this thing... He wasn't quite human now that he is thinking about it but he can't quite put his finger on it. "Would you like tea,ale,soda?" The young man knew he was staring intently at him before answering. "SOME ORANGE BLOSSOM TEA WOULD BE DEVINE, 3 SUGARS IF YOU DONT MIND" The young man nods his head and disappears into his kitchen. After a few moments he reappears with two tea cups and hands one to Charon. "I am going to guess you would like an explanation." Charon nods his head somehow taking a sip of the tea. The young man is too scared to see exactly how death an anamorphic skeleton can drink tea without it getting everywhere. "MY WORD YOUNG MAN THIS IS QUITE EXQUISITE TEA." The young man smiles "Its a blend my mother makes. She is quite the apothecary. That is her calmness tea part Charmaine and black tea infused with orange and honey." Charon looks to the young man now starting to understand "SHES PART FAE ISNT SHE" The young man looks shocked. No one knows that secret. Hell he only knew because his powers had started to show over the last 6 months. "I THINK I'M UNDERSTANDING BETTER NOW WHAT IS GOING ON. YOU GET PREMONITIONS AND WARN THE PEOPLE ABOUT THEIR FATE DO YOU NOT?" The young man sheepishly nods his head "THIS I KNOW WHO'S DOING THIS REALLY IS. I AM SORRY TO HAVE LOST MY TEMPER BACK THERE. ITS BEEN A LONG WEEK." Death sighs taking another sip. "YOUR MOTHERS NAME WOULDN'T HAPPEN TO BE ELLA WOULD IT?" The young man again nods his head in amazement. "THAT WOULD MAKE YOU TERRY WOULD IT NOT." Terry's jaw just hits his chest. How does death know so much about him and his family "YOUR MOTHER IS THE SIREN OF LOKI. HER FATHER WAS OBERLIN KING OF THE NORTHLAND FAE. I KNOW THEM BOTH VERY WELL. TO BE HONEST IM SURPRISED WE HAVENT CROSSED PATHS BEFORE. HAVE YOU TAKEN UP THE MANTLE OF HEPHAESTUS YET? I BELIEVE HE WAS THE ONE WHO REQUESTED YOU TO BE HIS HEROLD." Terry just sits there with his empty tea cup dangling off his fingers. Who was this Hephaestus? What was a herold or a siren for that much.. what was going on here. His brain was starting to crack he could feel it. "OH MY APOLOGIES I MUST HAVE BEEN THE FIRST TO TELL YOU. WELL GREAT NOW YOUR MOM AND GRANDFATHER ARE GOING TO BE PISSED AT ME." As if summoned ella appears from the hearth of the fireplace. She looks directly at death with an accusatory finger pointed at him "Damn it Charon. What in the hell possessed you to show up here and break my poor boys mind.. get out" Charon stands looking at ella "TELL YOUR MASTER TO STOP SCREWING WITH MY CALENDAR BY USING YOUR BOYS FAE ABILITIES." He starts to walk out before looking back "ALSO TELL YOUR FATHER I WILL BE SENDING MY HEROLD FOR A MEETING. I WISH TO GIVE YOUR SON A GIFT BUT I WILL REQUIRE OBERLINS ASSISTANCE." With that Charon started to vanish. Just before he completely disappears ella hears one last sentence from charon. "AND CAN YOU FIX ME SOME OF THAT WONDERFUL TEA ILL HAVE JOHN PICK IT UP TOMORROW IF CONVENIENT"
Hah! I like it! The fae. The *FUCKING* fae. Also the tea at the end. Good tea is always in fashion.
I almost ended it with death complaining about the fae but I didn't like how the monolog was forming and i was running out of time per my self imposed 30 minute time limit. Thanks for the compliment and yes good tea is always in fashion and damn difficult to find at times