He smiles sadly, though he is comforted with her hand in his.

“I do not know.”

There are rules even the gods must follow. Death is Death. Mortals are not meant to return from it.

And yet, there are exceptions. Perhaps, Eurydice could be one.

“My father would have to permit it.”

“I would like it if they did.”

And he feels just as responsible as she does when they do not. He /is/ Death.

Gently, he pats her hand.

“You know that the gift will not fix everything. A bracelet like that would enable her to visit but not remain.”

She doesn’t have to tell him what that bracelet is for.

“It’s been a long time,” Anpu reminds her. “He is older.”

Sadder, too.

“She won’t be finding the same man she left.”

So . . . who is it she is bending the rules for?

Will she tell him about this special case?

He smirks just a smidge.

“Might anger Dad.”

Osiris. Hades. Take your pick of name.

“But I’m fine with it.”

He likes a good love story, too.

𝕷̵𝖔̵𝖛̵𝖊̵ is for 𝑐̷𝘩̷𝑖̷𝑙̷𝑑̷𝑟̷𝑒̷𝑛̷…

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Rita Castillo

Lipstick on the rim of your whiskey glass. A slow smile as the will is read. She never raises her voice — but the ground shifts when she walks in.

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He frowns.

“I am alone.”

A fact which is . . . heartbreaking at times.

“I mean, there is Ammit, but she is rather unyielding. We do not agree on most things.”

He blinks.

“They get help?”

“No. But I wish they could.”

He would send them all to the Field of Reeds were the choice entirely up to him.

“I mean . . . technically, I am Death. You are . . .”

The babysitter.

“The caretaker of the deceased.”

And also . . . maybe Dad? Pantheons are confusing.

Lord oғ тнe Uɴderworld, Keeper oғ тнe Deαd, αɴd Sovereιɢɴ oғ Weαlтн. Broтнer тo Zeυѕ αɴd Poѕeιdoɴ, нe drew тнe loт oғ ѕнαdow αɴd ѕιleɴce, rυlιɴɢ тнe υɴѕeeɴ reαlм вeɴeαтн тнe eαrтн. Feαred вy мorтαlѕ αɴd reѕpecтed вy ɢodѕ, Hαdeѕ ιѕ ɴoт deαтн ιтѕelғ вυт ιтѕ wαrdeɴ, eɴѕυrιɴɢ вαlαɴce вeтweeɴ

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Almost a smile. He would love to see it.

“That sounds absolutely beautiful.”

~ if reaching towards the masses that throng the boulevard.

“Do you feel it?”

The world hums with their energy.

“Their time might be short, but they do so much with it. It is beautiful.”

And he enjoys experiencing all that beauty.

He smiles at her — graciously — wondering how it is she’s never thought of this before.

“This? This is what /sustains/ me.”

Because he knows it is not all darkness and Death. That some thing exists that is far stronger than him.

Life.

With her hand in his, he presses her palm outward as ~

His eyes widen slightly.

“Really? I’d like that.”

“I have never yoga’d before.”

Is it fun?

“I think it wants me to yoga.”

~ heart. He would free her of this burden if he could.

“I like Los Angeles,” he comments as the pass effortlessly from the underworld to the land of the living.

To his favorite city.

“Full of life.”

It is a decision she never should have had to make.

One he blames himself for more than anything. Yes, they are partners in this work, but he has always felt that the responsibility should be his alone.

Then, those who feel the pain of taking life would be minimized.

Atropos has such a kind ~