Yes. Death did have manners. They wouldn't just go entering in peoples homes.

( @infernussins )

Pax wasn't expecting visitors. Mind you most of them learned to text or knock first so he didn't think much on it.

Moving to the front door his gaze automatically was down. People around here weren't taller than him. But he was met with black. A black robe actually. Slowly looking up he paused. Blinking slowly.

I swear I haven't done anything to warrant my early death.

Speaking nonsense already and I've only been here for a few seconds.

As expected, they took no humour to that. Tapping their scythe, they peered over the donari's shoulder before turning their attention back onto Pax.

I have items to drop off. They serve no purpose for me anymore given circumstances. I thought they would be better here where yourself and Xinalith reside.

Right...my bad. Um please come in. Our home is always welcome to you.

Why did he say that? He didn't want Death just showing up when he was in the shower or something.

What did you bring? Also can I make you some tea or is this a quick visit?

First thing they'd notice? Very, very up to both of their tastes. They could very much see how Xinalith's taste in decor and lifestyle bled into Pax's as well. Death wouldn't say anything, but it was nice to see that Xinalith clearly had a home now.

I can stay for tea. Green tea will be fine.

No, don't ask how it works. Don't ask if they can even taste it. Nobody knows.

I have a wide variety of items from Xinalith's childhood that has been sitting in my domain for too long. I assumed given that they'll be living with you for the rest of their existence, you'd want to have them. These are sentimental items to many, are they not?

Leading them to the living room, he motioned for them to take a seat wherever as he sat on the love seat.

A small smile did form hearing what the purpose of the visit was though. Living with him for the rest of their existence. Pax did like the sound of that.

They are. I know I would love to have the items around and while I can't speak for Xinalith I'm sure they would love it too. Especially if it means freeing up your domain.

Now when it came to how Moon and Xinalith met or when, Pax didn't know much. Just that there was a face slammed into a light wall. Hearing it was almost a year since they met. That really was something.

I didn't even realise honestly. Though them stumbling across one another might have just been the best thing to happen. For me at least. Perhaps a selfish take on it all.

But right, yes, I would be elated to take them off your hands. Are you sure you won't miss them though?

Taking a seat, they would rest their scythe against the chair whilst they listened to Pax speak. That hollow look moving back towards Pax once they were settled in, no movement in their expression. That's always the case with Death. Many really couldn't tell what they were thinking from face value alone.

No comment would be made about the selfish aspect of it. Really, Death didn't think much of it. Things simply happened the way they did, and with their form of morality, it was difficult to see it in any other way.

No, I will not. Memories have been had, I don't need a physical object to symbolise them.

Before they took their tear, a large box would appear on the coffee table, neatly sealed up. Slowly, it started to open itself like a boxcutter tearing through tape, just to unveil what was inside.

Toys that had seen better days. One in particular being a dragon, others being various animals that were most notably predators. Rocks, many of them, that looked like they had bite marks in them from the years that Xinalith had been trying to chew on them. A few books all in basic infernal; a few basic spell tomes; small items of clothing that looked to have been sewn together to form a blanket. Probably Life's design. Speaking of, there were also many small blankets, where the fluff was no longer as soft but it was clearly well loved. Bone fragments from their early years, photographs and drawings, just a whole entire box full of memorial pieces.

Then the box appeared. Whatever qualms Pax was having vanished. That all too familiar swelling of his heart and soul as it warmed. Carefully taking the box, his eyes began to tear up as he looked at the objects. Memories, fake or not, of that little demon. So adorable, full of life and innocence. Each item making him gently tear up a little more. He loved them so much. Every version of them.

You know...Xinalith told me about how they would bite you thinking they were showing affection. Or how their tail would wag and hit things.

They're so precious.

Present tense.

Thank you for bringing these. I know it was to clear out space but thank you still. And I'm thankful for Life for keeping these all this time. Even if Xinalith doesn't care what happens to them I adore it. It reminds me of how far they've come but that little demon still lives on.

A thoughtful hum left them at Pax's words, lowering their cup as they slowly nodded their head.

Indeed they would. I don't think I need to tell you how demons are seeing as you're with them on a regular basis, but a lot of their body language from early years is another way for them to communicate. Very animalistic beings. Therefore, adoration or respect is shown in such manner.

They broke many things from their tail alone. It wouldn't stop moving. They even learned that it was their tail doing the breaking, so if it started to knock things off my desk they would scold it. They were always a quick learner.

Again, no comment would be made on whether or not Death thought they were precious.

Hearing Pax's sentiments, Death looked over at him for a long moment. Nothing uttered quite yet. Sockets would then move towards the large painting of the pair, which would urge the entity to break the silence.

Xinalith still is. They're working on something right now and they're so smart and strong. It's awe inspiring. Truly they deserved absolutely everything they have now.

Continuing to gently move through the things in the box he only paused when Death spoke again. Swirling hues on the skeletal being.

No, I'm not aware.

Xinalith was always whimsical and full of life around him. Even in the beginning they were rather playful. Seeing Xinalith in the throws of their misery wasn't something Pax was witness to. Perhaps the closest was when they thought Lucifer died and it wasn't their doing, but even then he never saw the loving side of them as gone.

I would be more shocked if somehow, that skill of theirs dimmed over time.

Death looked back over at Pax. Placing their cup down on the coffee table, they shook their head.

I can tell you from knowing them for so long, they have a lot more life in them than they used to. Demons are very good at hiding their true emotions due to survivability. It's perceived as a weakness in the infernal realm otherwise.

But now, they are more themselves. I don't know if that's a good thing for me in particular, given they're now more infuriating. Moon and Xinalith being together and as concepts may have been a fault of ours.

Ignore that they were both well fitted for the role. They most definitely get annoyed when the pair start bickering over the table. Or, in some cases, team up on someone.

Really Pax could gush about Xinalith forever, but he had a feeling if he did Death would get annoyed. Xinalith was amazing, but they didn't need him singing their praises for it to be known. He still would, but it wasn't needed right now.

Taking in what Death said his smile only warmed, gently petting the dragon plush.

Well I'm glad then. All I can ever really wish for is their happiness. That they're healthy and happy that is. If I can supply them with even a little bit of that then my existence feels worth it.

Being able to alleviate the pain they've felt. Well I feel very lucky that I can do that.

Gay.

Sorry for those two causing you issues but they aren't that bad.

Says Pax. They would do anything for him.

And they weren't. This was Death, after all. They have come across many beings from all walks of life, all with varying stories and thoughts on existence as a whole. And they continue to come across many new faces. So much knowledge for someone that will eventually be a blurry face yet they often remember it all.

Nothing would be said about the comment on Moon and Xinalith. They knew the hold Pax seems to have on them both, it would be pointless to even say anything about it.

That's all I came here to give. But seeing as I'm here with tea-

And it was quite good tea as well. Really goes down the... uh... anyway. They may as well stay to finish their tea.

Picking up his own tea to drink, he hummed at the ask. A small sigh left him as he looked into the cup, rippling liquid distorting his image.

Actually it happened a while ago. Thanks to that little magic puddle you left in the realm you made for Xinalith and I. When I found out I was a royal and what that meant, the effect it had, I took it quite hard. Heading back to my home realm and childhood home I went through a lot that Xinalith helped with.

Afterwards, Moon and I sat for a while just talking. We agreed that the donari had a terrible history, but the record books were still being written. So long as her, Kalaren and I were alive, the donari name didn't need to be a stained name on history.

They'd let the room fall quiet for a moment, the sound from the imps running amok in the background filling the space with muffled gurgles or toys ringing. But soon enough, Death spoke.

Life believes that through love, many can heal from their past. Some wounds cannot be mended, they will scar a soul for the rest of their existence, but through companionship they can at least be a closed scar. A reminder of what once happened but no longer able to open on its own.

Yourself and Xinalith have gone through quite a lot in your own separate lives. These features that were added to your realm is a way for you both to recover and embark on a rekindled life. However that may mean to you together or separately is up to you and only you to decide.

So, it is pleasing to hear that her ideas are working.

Whilst there is nothing much I can say on the existence of the donari, especially for how their souls differ so greatly from that of an average individual, I am sure that those who lived before you would be fond of what the three of you are seeking out to accomplish. The same will apply for Tutum.

A soft warmth emanating from his very soul. He lost his parental figure a long time ago. He was still quite young. It had been a long time since he was given praise by someone he could see as one. Even if it was through Xinalith.

A soft smile sat on his lips a finger tapping on the cup.

When we first started to stumble upon the thing you both left it was rather confusing. But we see that now it has a reason. Thank you both for the opportunities they've brought, like this.

And...I hope so. Making him proud would mean more to me than I think I could ever explain. He was a great man. I can only hope to live up to that.

And as she should. For a being like Life, her imagination and creative abilities is what made her... well, Life. Only such a broad mind could create a huge diversity of existences in multiple forms.

I'm aware of the impact Tutum had on both of your lives. I cannot blame you for wanting to honour him as such. Even Xinalith was quite fascinated by him when they managed to meet him.

Of course Xinalith told Death. Actually, something that would be kept to the entity, the demon dropped by when they had a chance and started to pace around declaring that they had 'met their father-in-law, which is something they'd never thought they'd say in their life, but here they are'. Even Death was surprised.

A slow nod would be seen when Pax mentioned Moon's plan with the origin star, another sip of tea taken.

I am also very aware of how she is. Still, it is commendable. I have no doubt you'll find your answers one day. Even if it is quite the feat. Moon has been known to prove that the impossible isn't that.

Yeah...he was...he made a big difference. Like you did to Xinalith. In a hate filled terrifying world it was nice to have that comfort. To feel like it wasn't all bad.

A chuckle left him at the Moon comment.

Never tell her you find it commendable I beg. If you think she's bad now wait until you see her being encouraged. If anyone can do it, it's Moonlight. Though I say that about most things.

Pausing for a moment, he began to tap the teacup again. It wasn't like he had the opportunity to speak with death often, especially not like this.

For a moment, they were unsure on what to tell him. If they should, truthfully. It was something that even the concept had never witnessed or heard of until it happened, for such a thing should not have happened. One of those instances where there is so little information available without thorough digging that even a concept had next to no knowledge on.

Until recently, that is.

A quiet sigh left the being as they placed the cup of tea down, adjusting their robe a little before they spoke.

To put it simply, it should not have happened.

There are instances where memory is wiped. You have seen it happen in your long life. It has happened with Moon. It has happened with Xinalith. But even the memories do not get erased from the soul. Through a form of soul manipulation, it's possible to regain those memories once more. You're merely interlinking the mind and the soul so they can meet once more, allowing an understanding of what once occurred and therefore the memories return. In fact, that was the very form of magic I used when Xinalith was reminded of their time under Vestricha's care before they erased it from their memory. It was most likely unnoticeable as I am, quite frankly, the most proficient with such a craft.

But for it to be completely erased from the soul like it never existed is unfathomable. It shouldn't be a thing to do, and that alone has never been witnessed before Kalaren. In truth, I had no information to even explain the reasonings for why it happened... until recently, that is.

There exists a rift that has been hidden somewhere within existence for many, many years. Undetected from even the origin pillars for who knows how long, containing a variety of artefacts that goes against the laws of existence. Those in possession of these objects can seemingly break those very laws in a myriad of ways and not be detected by ourselves. In fact, Moon and Xinalith had discovered something not too long ago where souls were being harvested from bodies into weapons and believe that these are sacrifices being offered to a God. More specifically, it is a large amount. Far too many.

Souls are not to be sacrificed to a higher deity. This alone should've alerted myself, Moon and Xinalith for breaking these laws. But not a single one felt anything.

In that very rift, it's believed that the pool that Kalaren fell into originates from there. But once more, it has been undetected for so long, hidden from the concepts of existence, that we do not know where that rift is or how to reach it.

There is currently an investigation undergoing to locate it. Time and Space are working effortlessly to locate it. Once they do, however, I will be making both Moon and Xinalith investigate it further and to try and close the rift. I'm sure that when that happens, more answers will be unveiled.

There wasn't really an answer he was looking for. Maybe just something to understand it all a little better, but as Death spoke his brows furrowed more. That was...bad. All of that was very bad. It was an answer at least.

Thank you for sharing that information. I can't say that any part of that is good to hear, but I have no doubt you all will have it covered. And at least you're aware of it now, that's what matters.

Pausing he placed his tea down.

Well at least one good thing came of it all.

Of course he was referring to Kalaren. As much as it hurt to lose him, it was the best thing for him. A tortured and suffering soul, brought to salvation. Or at least a version of it. The unspoken thing among their little family. Sometimes it was best to pretend it never happened. But sometimes moments of curiosity like this got the best of him.

Death couldn't comment on what happened in Kalaren's life. It wasn't their place. So many beings had gone through so much, something that Death witnessed when it was their time to lead their souls elsewhere, that truthfully it becomes difficult to feel something for them. When you get used to hearing such tragedies, the definition loses its meaning altogether.

Their sockets remained on Pax when he mentioned how something good came out of it, and all they could offer was a quiet hum. It's proven that often times, the most devastating of events can offer the best of results.

It's not often within our interest to involve other beings to intervene with concept-focused duties. In some cases, it can be overruled, such as the Infernal Realm war and the realms' reset where we required as much aid as possible.

This circumstance is no different to our way of handling things. Multiple concepts are already aware and there will be two venturing off in due course. Your want to help is appreciated but not interested.

Glancing over at their scythe, their skeletal hands reached out for it before they stood up.

No, no other questions. Thank you for the visit, it was lovely and I appreciate you taking your time here. I'll be sure to tell Xinalith you stepped in as well as the things you've brought.

As I said, you're welcome here anytime.

Highly unlikely. They only dropped by for important things. This was out of routine for them already.

Farewell, Pax.

Yes. Death did have manners. They wouldn't just go entering in peoples homes.

( @infernussins )

Pax wasn't expecting visitors. Mind you most of them learned to text or knock first so he didn't think much on it.

Moving to the front door his gaze automatically was down. People around here weren't taller than him. But he was met with black. A black robe actually. Slowly looking up he paused. Blinking slowly.

I swear I haven't done anything to warrant my early death.

Speaking nonsense already and I've only been here for a few seconds.

As expected, they took no humour to that. Tapping their scythe, they peered over the donari's shoulder before turning their attention back onto Pax.

I have items to drop off. They serve no purpose for me anymore given circumstances. I thought they would be better here where yourself and Xinalith reside.

Right...my bad. Um please come in. Our home is always welcome to you.

Why did he say that? He didn't want Death just showing up when he was in the shower or something.

What did you bring? Also can I make you some tea or is this a quick visit?

First thing they'd notice? Very, very up to both of their tastes. They could very much see how Xinalith's taste in decor and lifestyle bled into Pax's as well. Death wouldn't say anything, but it was nice to see that Xinalith clearly had a home now.

I can stay for tea. Green tea will be fine.

No, don't ask how it works. Don't ask if they can even taste it. Nobody knows.

I have a wide variety of items from Xinalith's childhood that has been sitting in my domain for too long. I assumed given that they'll be living with you for the rest of their existence, you'd want to have them. These are sentimental items to many, are they not?

Leading them to the living room, he motioned for them to take a seat wherever as he sat on the love seat.

A small smile did form hearing what the purpose of the visit was though. Living with him for the rest of their existence. Pax did like the sound of that.

They are. I know I would love to have the items around and while I can't speak for Xinalith I'm sure they would love it too. Especially if it means freeing up your domain.

Now when it came to how Moon and Xinalith met or when, Pax didn't know much. Just that there was a face slammed into a light wall. Hearing it was almost a year since they met. That really was something.

I didn't even realise honestly. Though them stumbling across one another might have just been the best thing to happen. For me at least. Perhaps a selfish take on it all.

But right, yes, I would be elated to take them off your hands. Are you sure you won't miss them though?

Taking a seat, they would rest their scythe against the chair whilst they listened to Pax speak. That hollow look moving back towards Pax once they were settled in, no movement in their expression. That's always the case with Death. Many really couldn't tell what they were thinking from face value alone.

No comment would be made about the selfish aspect of it. Really, Death didn't think much of it. Things simply happened the way they did, and with their form of morality, it was difficult to see it in any other way.

No, I will not. Memories have been had, I don't need a physical object to symbolise them.

Before they took their tear, a large box would appear on the coffee table, neatly sealed up. Slowly, it started to open itself like a boxcutter tearing through tape, just to unveil what was inside.

Toys that had seen better days. One in particular being a dragon, others being various animals that were most notably predators. Rocks, many of them, that looked like they had bite marks in them from the years that Xinalith had been trying to chew on them. A few books all in basic infernal; a few basic spell tomes; small items of clothing that looked to have been sewn together to form a blanket. Probably Life's design. Speaking of, there were also many small blankets, where the fluff was no longer as soft but it was clearly well loved. Bone fragments from their early years, photographs and drawings, just a whole entire box full of memorial pieces.

Then the box appeared. Whatever qualms Pax was having vanished. That all too familiar swelling of his heart and soul as it warmed. Carefully taking the box, his eyes began to tear up as he looked at the objects. Memories, fake or not, of that little demon. So adorable, full of life and innocence. Each item making him gently tear up a little more. He loved them so much. Every version of them.

You know...Xinalith told me about how they would bite you thinking they were showing affection. Or how their tail would wag and hit things.

They're so precious.

Present tense.

Thank you for bringing these. I know it was to clear out space but thank you still. And I'm thankful for Life for keeping these all this time. Even if Xinalith doesn't care what happens to them I adore it. It reminds me of how far they've come but that little demon still lives on.

A thoughtful hum left them at Pax's words, lowering their cup as they slowly nodded their head.

Indeed they would. I don't think I need to tell you how demons are seeing as you're with them on a regular basis, but a lot of their body language from early years is another way for them to communicate. Very animalistic beings. Therefore, adoration or respect is shown in such manner.

They broke many things from their tail alone. It wouldn't stop moving. They even learned that it was their tail doing the breaking, so if it started to knock things off my desk they would scold it. They were always a quick learner.

Again, no comment would be made on whether or not Death thought they were precious.

Hearing Pax's sentiments, Death looked over at him for a long moment. Nothing uttered quite yet. Sockets would then move towards the large painting of the pair, which would urge the entity to break the silence.

Xinalith still is. They're working on something right now and they're so smart and strong. It's awe inspiring. Truly they deserved absolutely everything they have now.

Continuing to gently move through the things in the box he only paused when Death spoke again. Swirling hues on the skeletal being.

No, I'm not aware.

Xinalith was always whimsical and full of life around him. Even in the beginning they were rather playful. Seeing Xinalith in the throws of their misery wasn't something Pax was witness to. Perhaps the closest was when they thought Lucifer died and it wasn't their doing, but even then he never saw the loving side of them as gone.

I would be more shocked if somehow, that skill of theirs dimmed over time.

Death looked back over at Pax. Placing their cup down on the coffee table, they shook their head.

I can tell you from knowing them for so long, they have a lot more life in them than they used to. Demons are very good at hiding their true emotions due to survivability. It's perceived as a weakness in the infernal realm otherwise.

But now, they are more themselves. I don't know if that's a good thing for me in particular, given they're now more infuriating. Moon and Xinalith being together and as concepts may have been a fault of ours.

Ignore that they were both well fitted for the role. They most definitely get annoyed when the pair start bickering over the table. Or, in some cases, team up on someone.

Really Pax could gush about Xinalith forever, but he had a feeling if he did Death would get annoyed. Xinalith was amazing, but they didn't need him singing their praises for it to be known. He still would, but it wasn't needed right now.

Taking in what Death said his smile only warmed, gently petting the dragon plush.

Well I'm glad then. All I can ever really wish for is their happiness. That they're healthy and happy that is. If I can supply them with even a little bit of that then my existence feels worth it.

Being able to alleviate the pain they've felt. Well I feel very lucky that I can do that.

Gay.

Sorry for those two causing you issues but they aren't that bad.

Says Pax. They would do anything for him.

And they weren't. This was Death, after all. They have come across many beings from all walks of life, all with varying stories and thoughts on existence as a whole. And they continue to come across many new faces. So much knowledge for someone that will eventually be a blurry face yet they often remember it all.

Nothing would be said about the comment on Moon and Xinalith. They knew the hold Pax seems to have on them both, it would be pointless to even say anything about it.

That's all I came here to give. But seeing as I'm here with tea-

And it was quite good tea as well. Really goes down the... uh... anyway. They may as well stay to finish their tea.

Picking up his own tea to drink, he hummed at the ask. A small sigh left him as he looked into the cup, rippling liquid distorting his image.

Actually it happened a while ago. Thanks to that little magic puddle you left in the realm you made for Xinalith and I. When I found out I was a royal and what that meant, the effect it had, I took it quite hard. Heading back to my home realm and childhood home I went through a lot that Xinalith helped with.

Afterwards, Moon and I sat for a while just talking. We agreed that the donari had a terrible history, but the record books were still being written. So long as her, Kalaren and I were alive, the donari name didn't need to be a stained name on history.

They'd let the room fall quiet for a moment, the sound from the imps running amok in the background filling the space with muffled gurgles or toys ringing. But soon enough, Death spoke.

Life believes that through love, many can heal from their past. Some wounds cannot be mended, they will scar a soul for the rest of their existence, but through companionship they can at least be a closed scar. A reminder of what once happened but no longer able to open on its own.

Yourself and Xinalith have gone through quite a lot in your own separate lives. These features that were added to your realm is a way for you both to recover and embark on a rekindled life. However that may mean to you together or separately is up to you and only you to decide.

So, it is pleasing to hear that her ideas are working.

Whilst there is nothing much I can say on the existence of the donari, especially for how their souls differ so greatly from that of an average individual, I am sure that those who lived before you would be fond of what the three of you are seeking out to accomplish. The same will apply for Tutum.

A soft warmth emanating from his very soul. He lost his parental figure a long time ago. He was still quite young. It had been a long time since he was given praise by someone he could see as one. Even if it was through Xinalith.

A soft smile sat on his lips a finger tapping on the cup.

When we first started to stumble upon the thing you both left it was rather confusing. But we see that now it has a reason. Thank you both for the opportunities they've brought, like this.

And...I hope so. Making him proud would mean more to me than I think I could ever explain. He was a great man. I can only hope to live up to that.

And as she should. For a being like Life, her imagination and creative abilities is what made her... well, Life. Only such a broad mind could create a huge diversity of existences in multiple forms.

I'm aware of the impact Tutum had on both of your lives. I cannot blame you for wanting to honour him as such. Even Xinalith was quite fascinated by him when they managed to meet him.

Of course Xinalith told Death. Actually, something that would be kept to the entity, the demon dropped by when they had a chance and started to pace around declaring that they had 'met their father-in-law, which is something they'd never thought they'd say in their life, but here they are'. Even Death was surprised.

A slow nod would be seen when Pax mentioned Moon's plan with the origin star, another sip of tea taken.

I am also very aware of how she is. Still, it is commendable. I have no doubt you'll find your answers one day. Even if it is quite the feat. Moon has been known to prove that the impossible isn't that.

Yeah...he was...he made a big difference. Like you did to Xinalith. In a hate filled terrifying world it was nice to have that comfort. To feel like it wasn't all bad.

A chuckle left him at the Moon comment.

Never tell her you find it commendable I beg. If you think she's bad now wait until you see her being encouraged. If anyone can do it, it's Moonlight. Though I say that about most things.

Pausing for a moment, he began to tap the teacup again. It wasn't like he had the opportunity to speak with death often, especially not like this.

For a moment, they were unsure on what to tell him. If they should, truthfully. It was something that even the concept had never witnessed or heard of until it happened, for such a thing should not have happened. One of those instances where there is so little information available without thorough digging that even a concept had next to no knowledge on.

Until recently, that is.

A quiet sigh left the being as they placed the cup of tea down, adjusting their robe a little before they spoke.

To put it simply, it should not have happened.

There are instances where memory is wiped. You have seen it happen in your long life. It has happened with Moon. It has happened with Xinalith. But even the memories do not get erased from the soul. Through a form of soul manipulation, it's possible to regain those memories once more. You're merely interlinking the mind and the soul so they can meet once more, allowing an understanding of what once occurred and therefore the memories return. In fact, that was the very form of magic I used when Xinalith was reminded of their time under Vestricha's care before they erased it from their memory. It was most likely unnoticeable as I am, quite frankly, the most proficient with such a craft.

But for it to be completely erased from the soul like it never existed is unfathomable. It shouldn't be a thing to do, and that alone has never been witnessed before Kalaren. In truth, I had no information to even explain the reasonings for why it happened... until recently, that is.

There exists a rift that has been hidden somewhere within existence for many, many years. Undetected from even the origin pillars for who knows how long, containing a variety of artefacts that goes against the laws of existence. Those in possession of these objects can seemingly break those very laws in a myriad of ways and not be detected by ourselves. In fact, Moon and Xinalith had discovered something not too long ago where souls were being harvested from bodies into weapons and believe that these are sacrifices being offered to a God. More specifically, it is a large amount. Far too many.

Souls are not to be sacrificed to a higher deity. This alone should've alerted myself, Moon and Xinalith for breaking these laws. But not a single one felt anything.

In that very rift, it's believed that the pool that Kalaren fell into originates from there. But once more, it has been undetected for so long, hidden from the concepts of existence, that we do not know where that rift is or how to reach it.

There is currently an investigation undergoing to locate it. Time and Space are working effortlessly to locate it. Once they do, however, I will be making both Moon and Xinalith investigate it further and to try and close the rift. I'm sure that when that happens, more answers will be unveiled.

There wasn't really an answer he was looking for. Maybe just something to understand it all a little better, but as Death spoke his brows furrowed more. That was...bad. All of that was very bad. It was an answer at least.

Thank you for sharing that information. I can't say that any part of that is good to hear, but I have no doubt you all will have it covered. And at least you're aware of it now, that's what matters.

Pausing he placed his tea down.

Well at least one good thing came of it all.

Of course he was referring to Kalaren. As much as it hurt to lose him, it was the best thing for him. A tortured and suffering soul, brought to salvation. Or at least a version of it. The unspoken thing among their little family. Sometimes it was best to pretend it never happened. But sometimes moments of curiosity like this got the best of him.

Death couldn't comment on what happened in Kalaren's life. It wasn't their place. So many beings had gone through so much, something that Death witnessed when it was their time to lead their souls elsewhere, that truthfully it becomes difficult to feel something for them. When you get used to hearing such tragedies, the definition loses its meaning altogether.

Their sockets remained on Pax when he mentioned how something good came out of it, and all they could offer was a quiet hum. It's proven that often times, the most devastating of events can offer the best of results.

It's not often within our interest to involve other beings to intervene with concept-focused duties. In some cases, it can be overruled, such as the Infernal Realm war and the realms' reset where we required as much aid as possible.

This circumstance is no different to our way of handling things. Multiple concepts are already aware and there will be two venturing off in due course. Your want to help is appreciated but not interested.

Glancing over at their scythe, their skeletal hands reached out for it before they stood up.

Yes. Death did have manners. They wouldn't just go entering in peoples homes.

( @infernussins )

Pax wasn't expecting visitors. Mind you most of them learned to text or knock first so he didn't think much on it.

Moving to the front door his gaze automatically was down. People around here weren't taller than him. But he was met with black. A black robe actually. Slowly looking up he paused. Blinking slowly.

I swear I haven't done anything to warrant my early death.

Speaking nonsense already and I've only been here for a few seconds.

As expected, they took no humour to that. Tapping their scythe, they peered over the donari's shoulder before turning their attention back onto Pax.

I have items to drop off. They serve no purpose for me anymore given circumstances. I thought they would be better here where yourself and Xinalith reside.

Right...my bad. Um please come in. Our home is always welcome to you.

Why did he say that? He didn't want Death just showing up when he was in the shower or something.

What did you bring? Also can I make you some tea or is this a quick visit?

First thing they'd notice? Very, very up to both of their tastes. They could very much see how Xinalith's taste in decor and lifestyle bled into Pax's as well. Death wouldn't say anything, but it was nice to see that Xinalith clearly had a home now.

I can stay for tea. Green tea will be fine.

No, don't ask how it works. Don't ask if they can even taste it. Nobody knows.

I have a wide variety of items from Xinalith's childhood that has been sitting in my domain for too long. I assumed given that they'll be living with you for the rest of their existence, you'd want to have them. These are sentimental items to many, are they not?

Leading them to the living room, he motioned for them to take a seat wherever as he sat on the love seat.

A small smile did form hearing what the purpose of the visit was though. Living with him for the rest of their existence. Pax did like the sound of that.

They are. I know I would love to have the items around and while I can't speak for Xinalith I'm sure they would love it too. Especially if it means freeing up your domain.

Now when it came to how Moon and Xinalith met or when, Pax didn't know much. Just that there was a face slammed into a light wall. Hearing it was almost a year since they met. That really was something.

I didn't even realise honestly. Though them stumbling across one another might have just been the best thing to happen. For me at least. Perhaps a selfish take on it all.

But right, yes, I would be elated to take them off your hands. Are you sure you won't miss them though?

Taking a seat, they would rest their scythe against the chair whilst they listened to Pax speak. That hollow look moving back towards Pax once they were settled in, no movement in their expression. That's always the case with Death. Many really couldn't tell what they were thinking from face value alone.

No comment would be made about the selfish aspect of it. Really, Death didn't think much of it. Things simply happened the way they did, and with their form of morality, it was difficult to see it in any other way.

No, I will not. Memories have been had, I don't need a physical object to symbolise them.

Before they took their tear, a large box would appear on the coffee table, neatly sealed up. Slowly, it started to open itself like a boxcutter tearing through tape, just to unveil what was inside.

Toys that had seen better days. One in particular being a dragon, others being various animals that were most notably predators. Rocks, many of them, that looked like they had bite marks in them from the years that Xinalith had been trying to chew on them. A few books all in basic infernal; a few basic spell tomes; small items of clothing that looked to have been sewn together to form a blanket. Probably Life's design. Speaking of, there were also many small blankets, where the fluff was no longer as soft but it was clearly well loved. Bone fragments from their early years, photographs and drawings, just a whole entire box full of memorial pieces.

Then the box appeared. Whatever qualms Pax was having vanished. That all too familiar swelling of his heart and soul as it warmed. Carefully taking the box, his eyes began to tear up as he looked at the objects. Memories, fake or not, of that little demon. So adorable, full of life and innocence. Each item making him gently tear up a little more. He loved them so much. Every version of them.

You know...Xinalith told me about how they would bite you thinking they were showing affection. Or how their tail would wag and hit things.

They're so precious.

Present tense.

Thank you for bringing these. I know it was to clear out space but thank you still. And I'm thankful for Life for keeping these all this time. Even if Xinalith doesn't care what happens to them I adore it. It reminds me of how far they've come but that little demon still lives on.

A thoughtful hum left them at Pax's words, lowering their cup as they slowly nodded their head.

Indeed they would. I don't think I need to tell you how demons are seeing as you're with them on a regular basis, but a lot of their body language from early years is another way for them to communicate. Very animalistic beings. Therefore, adoration or respect is shown in such manner.

They broke many things from their tail alone. It wouldn't stop moving. They even learned that it was their tail doing the breaking, so if it started to knock things off my desk they would scold it. They were always a quick learner.

Again, no comment would be made on whether or not Death thought they were precious.

Hearing Pax's sentiments, Death looked over at him for a long moment. Nothing uttered quite yet. Sockets would then move towards the large painting of the pair, which would urge the entity to break the silence.

Xinalith still is. They're working on something right now and they're so smart and strong. It's awe inspiring. Truly they deserved absolutely everything they have now.

Continuing to gently move through the things in the box he only paused when Death spoke again. Swirling hues on the skeletal being.

No, I'm not aware.

Xinalith was always whimsical and full of life around him. Even in the beginning they were rather playful. Seeing Xinalith in the throws of their misery wasn't something Pax was witness to. Perhaps the closest was when they thought Lucifer died and it wasn't their doing, but even then he never saw the loving side of them as gone.

I would be more shocked if somehow, that skill of theirs dimmed over time.

Death looked back over at Pax. Placing their cup down on the coffee table, they shook their head.

I can tell you from knowing them for so long, they have a lot more life in them than they used to. Demons are very good at hiding their true emotions due to survivability. It's perceived as a weakness in the infernal realm otherwise.

But now, they are more themselves. I don't know if that's a good thing for me in particular, given they're now more infuriating. Moon and Xinalith being together and as concepts may have been a fault of ours.

Ignore that they were both well fitted for the role. They most definitely get annoyed when the pair start bickering over the table. Or, in some cases, team up on someone.

Really Pax could gush about Xinalith forever, but he had a feeling if he did Death would get annoyed. Xinalith was amazing, but they didn't need him singing their praises for it to be known. He still would, but it wasn't needed right now.

Taking in what Death said his smile only warmed, gently petting the dragon plush.

Well I'm glad then. All I can ever really wish for is their happiness. That they're healthy and happy that is. If I can supply them with even a little bit of that then my existence feels worth it.

Being able to alleviate the pain they've felt. Well I feel very lucky that I can do that.

Gay.

Sorry for those two causing you issues but they aren't that bad.

Says Pax. They would do anything for him.

And they weren't. This was Death, after all. They have come across many beings from all walks of life, all with varying stories and thoughts on existence as a whole. And they continue to come across many new faces. So much knowledge for someone that will eventually be a blurry face yet they often remember it all.

Nothing would be said about the comment on Moon and Xinalith. They knew the hold Pax seems to have on them both, it would be pointless to even say anything about it.

That's all I came here to give. But seeing as I'm here with tea-

And it was quite good tea as well. Really goes down the... uh... anyway. They may as well stay to finish their tea.

Picking up his own tea to drink, he hummed at the ask. A small sigh left him as he looked into the cup, rippling liquid distorting his image.

Actually it happened a while ago. Thanks to that little magic puddle you left in the realm you made for Xinalith and I. When I found out I was a royal and what that meant, the effect it had, I took it quite hard. Heading back to my home realm and childhood home I went through a lot that Xinalith helped with.

Afterwards, Moon and I sat for a while just talking. We agreed that the donari had a terrible history, but the record books were still being written. So long as her, Kalaren and I were alive, the donari name didn't need to be a stained name on history.

They'd let the room fall quiet for a moment, the sound from the imps running amok in the background filling the space with muffled gurgles or toys ringing. But soon enough, Death spoke.

Life believes that through love, many can heal from their past. Some wounds cannot be mended, they will scar a soul for the rest of their existence, but through companionship they can at least be a closed scar. A reminder of what once happened but no longer able to open on its own.

Yourself and Xinalith have gone through quite a lot in your own separate lives. These features that were added to your realm is a way for you both to recover and embark on a rekindled life. However that may mean to you together or separately is up to you and only you to decide.

So, it is pleasing to hear that her ideas are working.

Whilst there is nothing much I can say on the existence of the donari, especially for how their souls differ so greatly from that of an average individual, I am sure that those who lived before you would be fond of what the three of you are seeking out to accomplish. The same will apply for Tutum.

A soft warmth emanating from his very soul. He lost his parental figure a long time ago. He was still quite young. It had been a long time since he was given praise by someone he could see as one. Even if it was through Xinalith.

A soft smile sat on his lips a finger tapping on the cup.

When we first started to stumble upon the thing you both left it was rather confusing. But we see that now it has a reason. Thank you both for the opportunities they've brought, like this.

And...I hope so. Making him proud would mean more to me than I think I could ever explain. He was a great man. I can only hope to live up to that.

And as she should. For a being like Life, her imagination and creative abilities is what made her... well, Life. Only such a broad mind could create a huge diversity of existences in multiple forms.

I'm aware of the impact Tutum had on both of your lives. I cannot blame you for wanting to honour him as such. Even Xinalith was quite fascinated by him when they managed to meet him.

Of course Xinalith told Death. Actually, something that would be kept to the entity, the demon dropped by when they had a chance and started to pace around declaring that they had 'met their father-in-law, which is something they'd never thought they'd say in their life, but here they are'. Even Death was surprised.

A slow nod would be seen when Pax mentioned Moon's plan with the origin star, another sip of tea taken.

I am also very aware of how she is. Still, it is commendable. I have no doubt you'll find your answers one day. Even if it is quite the feat. Moon has been known to prove that the impossible isn't that.

Yeah...he was...he made a big difference. Like you did to Xinalith. In a hate filled terrifying world it was nice to have that comfort. To feel like it wasn't all bad.

A chuckle left him at the Moon comment.

Never tell her you find it commendable I beg. If you think she's bad now wait until you see her being encouraged. If anyone can do it, it's Moonlight. Though I say that about most things.

Pausing for a moment, he began to tap the teacup again. It wasn't like he had the opportunity to speak with death often, especially not like this.

For a moment, they were unsure on what to tell him. If they should, truthfully. It was something that even the concept had never witnessed or heard of until it happened, for such a thing should not have happened. One of those instances where there is so little information available without thorough digging that even a concept had next to no knowledge on.

Until recently, that is.

A quiet sigh left the being as they placed the cup of tea down, adjusting their robe a little before they spoke.

To put it simply, it should not have happened.

There are instances where memory is wiped. You have seen it happen in your long life. It has happened with Moon. It has happened with Xinalith. But even the memories do not get erased from the soul. Through a form of soul manipulation, it's possible to regain those memories once more. You're merely interlinking the mind and the soul so they can meet once more, allowing an understanding of what once occurred and therefore the memories return. In fact, that was the very form of magic I used when Xinalith was reminded of their time under Vestricha's care before they erased it from their memory. It was most likely unnoticeable as I am, quite frankly, the most proficient with such a craft.

But for it to be completely erased from the soul like it never existed is unfathomable. It shouldn't be a thing to do, and that alone has never been witnessed before Kalaren. In truth, I had no information to even explain the reasonings for why it happened... until recently, that is.

There exists a rift that has been hidden somewhere within existence for many, many years. Undetected from even the origin pillars for who knows how long, containing a variety of artefacts that goes against the laws of existence. Those in possession of these objects can seemingly break those very laws in a myriad of ways and not be detected by ourselves. In fact, Moon and Xinalith had discovered something not too long ago where souls were being harvested from bodies into weapons and believe that these are sacrifices being offered to a God. More specifically, it is a large amount. Far too many.

Souls are not to be sacrificed to a higher deity. This alone should've alerted myself, Moon and Xinalith for breaking these laws. But not a single one felt anything.

In that very rift, it's believed that the pool that Kalaren fell into originates from there. But once more, it has been undetected for so long, hidden from the concepts of existence, that we do not know where that rift is or how to reach it.

There is currently an investigation undergoing to locate it. Time and Space are working effortlessly to locate it. Once they do, however, I will be making both Moon and Xinalith investigate it further and to try and close the rift. I'm sure that when that happens, more answers will be unveiled.

Yes. Death did have manners. They wouldn't just go entering in peoples homes.

( @infernussins )

Pax wasn't expecting visitors. Mind you most of them learned to text or knock first so he didn't think much on it.

Moving to the front door his gaze automatically was down. People around here weren't taller than him. But he was met with black. A black robe actually. Slowly looking up he paused. Blinking slowly.

I swear I haven't done anything to warrant my early death.

Speaking nonsense already and I've only been here for a few seconds.

As expected, they took no humour to that. Tapping their scythe, they peered over the donari's shoulder before turning their attention back onto Pax.

I have items to drop off. They serve no purpose for me anymore given circumstances. I thought they would be better here where yourself and Xinalith reside.

Right...my bad. Um please come in. Our home is always welcome to you.

Why did he say that? He didn't want Death just showing up when he was in the shower or something.

What did you bring? Also can I make you some tea or is this a quick visit?

First thing they'd notice? Very, very up to both of their tastes. They could very much see how Xinalith's taste in decor and lifestyle bled into Pax's as well. Death wouldn't say anything, but it was nice to see that Xinalith clearly had a home now.

I can stay for tea. Green tea will be fine.

No, don't ask how it works. Don't ask if they can even taste it. Nobody knows.

I have a wide variety of items from Xinalith's childhood that has been sitting in my domain for too long. I assumed given that they'll be living with you for the rest of their existence, you'd want to have them. These are sentimental items to many, are they not?

Leading them to the living room, he motioned for them to take a seat wherever as he sat on the love seat.

A small smile did form hearing what the purpose of the visit was though. Living with him for the rest of their existence. Pax did like the sound of that.

They are. I know I would love to have the items around and while I can't speak for Xinalith I'm sure they would love it too. Especially if it means freeing up your domain.

Now when it came to how Moon and Xinalith met or when, Pax didn't know much. Just that there was a face slammed into a light wall. Hearing it was almost a year since they met. That really was something.

I didn't even realise honestly. Though them stumbling across one another might have just been the best thing to happen. For me at least. Perhaps a selfish take on it all.

But right, yes, I would be elated to take them off your hands. Are you sure you won't miss them though?

Taking a seat, they would rest their scythe against the chair whilst they listened to Pax speak. That hollow look moving back towards Pax once they were settled in, no movement in their expression. That's always the case with Death. Many really couldn't tell what they were thinking from face value alone.

No comment would be made about the selfish aspect of it. Really, Death didn't think much of it. Things simply happened the way they did, and with their form of morality, it was difficult to see it in any other way.

No, I will not. Memories have been had, I don't need a physical object to symbolise them.

Before they took their tear, a large box would appear on the coffee table, neatly sealed up. Slowly, it started to open itself like a boxcutter tearing through tape, just to unveil what was inside.

Toys that had seen better days. One in particular being a dragon, others being various animals that were most notably predators. Rocks, many of them, that looked like they had bite marks in them from the years that Xinalith had been trying to chew on them. A few books all in basic infernal; a few basic spell tomes; small items of clothing that looked to have been sewn together to form a blanket. Probably Life's design. Speaking of, there were also many small blankets, where the fluff was no longer as soft but it was clearly well loved. Bone fragments from their early years, photographs and drawings, just a whole entire box full of memorial pieces.

Then the box appeared. Whatever qualms Pax was having vanished. That all too familiar swelling of his heart and soul as it warmed. Carefully taking the box, his eyes began to tear up as he looked at the objects. Memories, fake or not, of that little demon. So adorable, full of life and innocence. Each item making him gently tear up a little more. He loved them so much. Every version of them.

You know...Xinalith told me about how they would bite you thinking they were showing affection. Or how their tail would wag and hit things.

They're so precious.

Present tense.

Thank you for bringing these. I know it was to clear out space but thank you still. And I'm thankful for Life for keeping these all this time. Even if Xinalith doesn't care what happens to them I adore it. It reminds me of how far they've come but that little demon still lives on.

A thoughtful hum left them at Pax's words, lowering their cup as they slowly nodded their head.

Indeed they would. I don't think I need to tell you how demons are seeing as you're with them on a regular basis, but a lot of their body language from early years is another way for them to communicate. Very animalistic beings. Therefore, adoration or respect is shown in such manner.

They broke many things from their tail alone. It wouldn't stop moving. They even learned that it was their tail doing the breaking, so if it started to knock things off my desk they would scold it. They were always a quick learner.

Again, no comment would be made on whether or not Death thought they were precious.

Hearing Pax's sentiments, Death looked over at him for a long moment. Nothing uttered quite yet. Sockets would then move towards the large painting of the pair, which would urge the entity to break the silence.

Xinalith still is. They're working on something right now and they're so smart and strong. It's awe inspiring. Truly they deserved absolutely everything they have now.

Continuing to gently move through the things in the box he only paused when Death spoke again. Swirling hues on the skeletal being.

No, I'm not aware.

Xinalith was always whimsical and full of life around him. Even in the beginning they were rather playful. Seeing Xinalith in the throws of their misery wasn't something Pax was witness to. Perhaps the closest was when they thought Lucifer died and it wasn't their doing, but even then he never saw the loving side of them as gone.

I would be more shocked if somehow, that skill of theirs dimmed over time.

Death looked back over at Pax. Placing their cup down on the coffee table, they shook their head.

I can tell you from knowing them for so long, they have a lot more life in them than they used to. Demons are very good at hiding their true emotions due to survivability. It's perceived as a weakness in the infernal realm otherwise.

But now, they are more themselves. I don't know if that's a good thing for me in particular, given they're now more infuriating. Moon and Xinalith being together and as concepts may have been a fault of ours.

Ignore that they were both well fitted for the role. They most definitely get annoyed when the pair start bickering over the table. Or, in some cases, team up on someone.

Really Pax could gush about Xinalith forever, but he had a feeling if he did Death would get annoyed. Xinalith was amazing, but they didn't need him singing their praises for it to be known. He still would, but it wasn't needed right now.

Taking in what Death said his smile only warmed, gently petting the dragon plush.

Well I'm glad then. All I can ever really wish for is their happiness. That they're healthy and happy that is. If I can supply them with even a little bit of that then my existence feels worth it.

Being able to alleviate the pain they've felt. Well I feel very lucky that I can do that.

Gay.

Sorry for those two causing you issues but they aren't that bad.

Says Pax. They would do anything for him.

And they weren't. This was Death, after all. They have come across many beings from all walks of life, all with varying stories and thoughts on existence as a whole. And they continue to come across many new faces. So much knowledge for someone that will eventually be a blurry face yet they often remember it all.

Nothing would be said about the comment on Moon and Xinalith. They knew the hold Pax seems to have on them both, it would be pointless to even say anything about it.

That's all I came here to give. But seeing as I'm here with tea-

And it was quite good tea as well. Really goes down the... uh... anyway. They may as well stay to finish their tea.

Picking up his own tea to drink, he hummed at the ask. A small sigh left him as he looked into the cup, rippling liquid distorting his image.

Actually it happened a while ago. Thanks to that little magic puddle you left in the realm you made for Xinalith and I. When I found out I was a royal and what that meant, the effect it had, I took it quite hard. Heading back to my home realm and childhood home I went through a lot that Xinalith helped with.

Afterwards, Moon and I sat for a while just talking. We agreed that the donari had a terrible history, but the record books were still being written. So long as her, Kalaren and I were alive, the donari name didn't need to be a stained name on history.

They'd let the room fall quiet for a moment, the sound from the imps running amok in the background filling the space with muffled gurgles or toys ringing. But soon enough, Death spoke.

Life believes that through love, many can heal from their past. Some wounds cannot be mended, they will scar a soul for the rest of their existence, but through companionship they can at least be a closed scar. A reminder of what once happened but no longer able to open on its own.

Yourself and Xinalith have gone through quite a lot in your own separate lives. These features that were added to your realm is a way for you both to recover and embark on a rekindled life. However that may mean to you together or separately is up to you and only you to decide.

So, it is pleasing to hear that her ideas are working.

Whilst there is nothing much I can say on the existence of the donari, especially for how their souls differ so greatly from that of an average individual, I am sure that those who lived before you would be fond of what the three of you are seeking out to accomplish. The same will apply for Tutum.

A soft warmth emanating from his very soul. He lost his parental figure a long time ago. He was still quite young. It had been a long time since he was given praise by someone he could see as one. Even if it was through Xinalith.

A soft smile sat on his lips a finger tapping on the cup.

When we first started to stumble upon the thing you both left it was rather confusing. But we see that now it has a reason. Thank you both for the opportunities they've brought, like this.

And...I hope so. Making him proud would mean more to me than I think I could ever explain. He was a great man. I can only hope to live up to that.

And as she should. For a being like Life, her imagination and creative abilities is what made her... well, Life. Only such a broad mind could create a huge diversity of existences in multiple forms.

I'm aware of the impact Tutum had on both of your lives. I cannot blame you for wanting to honour him as such. Even Xinalith was quite fascinated by him when they managed to meet him.

Of course Xinalith told Death. Actually, something that would be kept to the entity, the demon dropped by when they had a chance and started to pace around declaring that they had 'met their father-in-law, which is something they'd never thought they'd say in their life, but here they are'. Even Death was surprised.

A slow nod would be seen when Pax mentioned Moon's plan with the origin star, another sip of tea taken.

I am also very aware of how she is. Still, it is commendable. I have no doubt you'll find your answers one day. Even if it is quite the feat. Moon has been known to prove that the impossible isn't that.

Yes. Death did have manners. They wouldn't just go entering in peoples homes.

( @infernussins )

Pax wasn't expecting visitors. Mind you most of them learned to text or knock first so he didn't think much on it.

Moving to the front door his gaze automatically was down. People around here weren't taller than him. But he was met with black. A black robe actually. Slowly looking up he paused. Blinking slowly.

I swear I haven't done anything to warrant my early death.

Speaking nonsense already and I've only been here for a few seconds.

As expected, they took no humour to that. Tapping their scythe, they peered over the donari's shoulder before turning their attention back onto Pax.

I have items to drop off. They serve no purpose for me anymore given circumstances. I thought they would be better here where yourself and Xinalith reside.

Right...my bad. Um please come in. Our home is always welcome to you.

Why did he say that? He didn't want Death just showing up when he was in the shower or something.

What did you bring? Also can I make you some tea or is this a quick visit?

First thing they'd notice? Very, very up to both of their tastes. They could very much see how Xinalith's taste in decor and lifestyle bled into Pax's as well. Death wouldn't say anything, but it was nice to see that Xinalith clearly had a home now.

I can stay for tea. Green tea will be fine.

No, don't ask how it works. Don't ask if they can even taste it. Nobody knows.

I have a wide variety of items from Xinalith's childhood that has been sitting in my domain for too long. I assumed given that they'll be living with you for the rest of their existence, you'd want to have them. These are sentimental items to many, are they not?

Leading them to the living room, he motioned for them to take a seat wherever as he sat on the love seat.

A small smile did form hearing what the purpose of the visit was though. Living with him for the rest of their existence. Pax did like the sound of that.

They are. I know I would love to have the items around and while I can't speak for Xinalith I'm sure they would love it too. Especially if it means freeing up your domain.

Now when it came to how Moon and Xinalith met or when, Pax didn't know much. Just that there was a face slammed into a light wall. Hearing it was almost a year since they met. That really was something.

I didn't even realise honestly. Though them stumbling across one another might have just been the best thing to happen. For me at least. Perhaps a selfish take on it all.

But right, yes, I would be elated to take them off your hands. Are you sure you won't miss them though?

Taking a seat, they would rest their scythe against the chair whilst they listened to Pax speak. That hollow look moving back towards Pax once they were settled in, no movement in their expression. That's always the case with Death. Many really couldn't tell what they were thinking from face value alone.

No comment would be made about the selfish aspect of it. Really, Death didn't think much of it. Things simply happened the way they did, and with their form of morality, it was difficult to see it in any other way.

No, I will not. Memories have been had, I don't need a physical object to symbolise them.

Before they took their tear, a large box would appear on the coffee table, neatly sealed up. Slowly, it started to open itself like a boxcutter tearing through tape, just to unveil what was inside.

Toys that had seen better days. One in particular being a dragon, others being various animals that were most notably predators. Rocks, many of them, that looked like they had bite marks in them from the years that Xinalith had been trying to chew on them. A few books all in basic infernal; a few basic spell tomes; small items of clothing that looked to have been sewn together to form a blanket. Probably Life's design. Speaking of, there were also many small blankets, where the fluff was no longer as soft but it was clearly well loved. Bone fragments from their early years, photographs and drawings, just a whole entire box full of memorial pieces.

Then the box appeared. Whatever qualms Pax was having vanished. That all too familiar swelling of his heart and soul as it warmed. Carefully taking the box, his eyes began to tear up as he looked at the objects. Memories, fake or not, of that little demon. So adorable, full of life and innocence. Each item making him gently tear up a little more. He loved them so much. Every version of them.

You know...Xinalith told me about how they would bite you thinking they were showing affection. Or how their tail would wag and hit things.

They're so precious.

Present tense.

Thank you for bringing these. I know it was to clear out space but thank you still. And I'm thankful for Life for keeping these all this time. Even if Xinalith doesn't care what happens to them I adore it. It reminds me of how far they've come but that little demon still lives on.

A thoughtful hum left them at Pax's words, lowering their cup as they slowly nodded their head.

Indeed they would. I don't think I need to tell you how demons are seeing as you're with them on a regular basis, but a lot of their body language from early years is another way for them to communicate. Very animalistic beings. Therefore, adoration or respect is shown in such manner.

They broke many things from their tail alone. It wouldn't stop moving. They even learned that it was their tail doing the breaking, so if it started to knock things off my desk they would scold it. They were always a quick learner.

Again, no comment would be made on whether or not Death thought they were precious.

Hearing Pax's sentiments, Death looked over at him for a long moment. Nothing uttered quite yet. Sockets would then move towards the large painting of the pair, which would urge the entity to break the silence.

Xinalith still is. They're working on something right now and they're so smart and strong. It's awe inspiring. Truly they deserved absolutely everything they have now.

Continuing to gently move through the things in the box he only paused when Death spoke again. Swirling hues on the skeletal being.

No, I'm not aware.

Xinalith was always whimsical and full of life around him. Even in the beginning they were rather playful. Seeing Xinalith in the throws of their misery wasn't something Pax was witness to. Perhaps the closest was when they thought Lucifer died and it wasn't their doing, but even then he never saw the loving side of them as gone.

I would be more shocked if somehow, that skill of theirs dimmed over time.

Death looked back over at Pax. Placing their cup down on the coffee table, they shook their head.

I can tell you from knowing them for so long, they have a lot more life in them than they used to. Demons are very good at hiding their true emotions due to survivability. It's perceived as a weakness in the infernal realm otherwise.

But now, they are more themselves. I don't know if that's a good thing for me in particular, given they're now more infuriating. Moon and Xinalith being together and as concepts may have been a fault of ours.

Ignore that they were both well fitted for the role. They most definitely get annoyed when the pair start bickering over the table. Or, in some cases, team up on someone.

Really Pax could gush about Xinalith forever, but he had a feeling if he did Death would get annoyed. Xinalith was amazing, but they didn't need him singing their praises for it to be known. He still would, but it wasn't needed right now.

Taking in what Death said his smile only warmed, gently petting the dragon plush.

Well I'm glad then. All I can ever really wish for is their happiness. That they're healthy and happy that is. If I can supply them with even a little bit of that then my existence feels worth it.

Being able to alleviate the pain they've felt. Well I feel very lucky that I can do that.

Gay.

Sorry for those two causing you issues but they aren't that bad.

Says Pax. They would do anything for him.

And they weren't. This was Death, after all. They have come across many beings from all walks of life, all with varying stories and thoughts on existence as a whole. And they continue to come across many new faces. So much knowledge for someone that will eventually be a blurry face yet they often remember it all.

Nothing would be said about the comment on Moon and Xinalith. They knew the hold Pax seems to have on them both, it would be pointless to even say anything about it.

That's all I came here to give. But seeing as I'm here with tea-

And it was quite good tea as well. Really goes down the... uh... anyway. They may as well stay to finish their tea.

Picking up his own tea to drink, he hummed at the ask. A small sigh left him as he looked into the cup, rippling liquid distorting his image.

Actually it happened a while ago. Thanks to that little magic puddle you left in the realm you made for Xinalith and I. When I found out I was a royal and what that meant, the effect it had, I took it quite hard. Heading back to my home realm and childhood home I went through a lot that Xinalith helped with.

Afterwards, Moon and I sat for a while just talking. We agreed that the donari had a terrible history, but the record books were still being written. So long as her, Kalaren and I were alive, the donari name didn't need to be a stained name on history.

They'd let the room fall quiet for a moment, the sound from the imps running amok in the background filling the space with muffled gurgles or toys ringing. But soon enough, Death spoke.

Life believes that through love, many can heal from their past. Some wounds cannot be mended, they will scar a soul for the rest of their existence, but through companionship they can at least be a closed scar. A reminder of what once happened but no longer able to open on its own.

Yourself and Xinalith have gone through quite a lot in your own separate lives. These features that were added to your realm is a way for you both to recover and embark on a rekindled life. However that may mean to you together or separately is up to you and only you to decide.

So, it is pleasing to hear that her ideas are working.

Whilst there is nothing much I can say on the existence of the donari, especially for how their souls differ so greatly from that of an average individual, I am sure that those who lived before you would be fond of what the three of you are seeking out to accomplish. The same will apply for Tutum.

Yes. Death did have manners. They wouldn't just go entering in peoples homes.

( @infernussins )

Pax wasn't expecting visitors. Mind you most of them learned to text or knock first so he didn't think much on it.

Moving to the front door his gaze automatically was down. People around here weren't taller than him. But he was met with black. A black robe actually. Slowly looking up he paused. Blinking slowly.

I swear I haven't done anything to warrant my early death.

Speaking nonsense already and I've only been here for a few seconds.

As expected, they took no humour to that. Tapping their scythe, they peered over the donari's shoulder before turning their attention back onto Pax.

I have items to drop off. They serve no purpose for me anymore given circumstances. I thought they would be better here where yourself and Xinalith reside.

Right...my bad. Um please come in. Our home is always welcome to you.

Why did he say that? He didn't want Death just showing up when he was in the shower or something.

What did you bring? Also can I make you some tea or is this a quick visit?

First thing they'd notice? Very, very up to both of their tastes. They could very much see how Xinalith's taste in decor and lifestyle bled into Pax's as well. Death wouldn't say anything, but it was nice to see that Xinalith clearly had a home now.

I can stay for tea. Green tea will be fine.

No, don't ask how it works. Don't ask if they can even taste it. Nobody knows.

I have a wide variety of items from Xinalith's childhood that has been sitting in my domain for too long. I assumed given that they'll be living with you for the rest of their existence, you'd want to have them. These are sentimental items to many, are they not?

Leading them to the living room, he motioned for them to take a seat wherever as he sat on the love seat.

A small smile did form hearing what the purpose of the visit was though. Living with him for the rest of their existence. Pax did like the sound of that.

They are. I know I would love to have the items around and while I can't speak for Xinalith I'm sure they would love it too. Especially if it means freeing up your domain.

Now when it came to how Moon and Xinalith met or when, Pax didn't know much. Just that there was a face slammed into a light wall. Hearing it was almost a year since they met. That really was something.

I didn't even realise honestly. Though them stumbling across one another might have just been the best thing to happen. For me at least. Perhaps a selfish take on it all.

But right, yes, I would be elated to take them off your hands. Are you sure you won't miss them though?

Taking a seat, they would rest their scythe against the chair whilst they listened to Pax speak. That hollow look moving back towards Pax once they were settled in, no movement in their expression. That's always the case with Death. Many really couldn't tell what they were thinking from face value alone.

No comment would be made about the selfish aspect of it. Really, Death didn't think much of it. Things simply happened the way they did, and with their form of morality, it was difficult to see it in any other way.

No, I will not. Memories have been had, I don't need a physical object to symbolise them.

Before they took their tear, a large box would appear on the coffee table, neatly sealed up. Slowly, it started to open itself like a boxcutter tearing through tape, just to unveil what was inside.

Toys that had seen better days. One in particular being a dragon, others being various animals that were most notably predators. Rocks, many of them, that looked like they had bite marks in them from the years that Xinalith had been trying to chew on them. A few books all in basic infernal; a few basic spell tomes; small items of clothing that looked to have been sewn together to form a blanket. Probably Life's design. Speaking of, there were also many small blankets, where the fluff was no longer as soft but it was clearly well loved. Bone fragments from their early years, photographs and drawings, just a whole entire box full of memorial pieces.

Then the box appeared. Whatever qualms Pax was having vanished. That all too familiar swelling of his heart and soul as it warmed. Carefully taking the box, his eyes began to tear up as he looked at the objects. Memories, fake or not, of that little demon. So adorable, full of life and innocence. Each item making him gently tear up a little more. He loved them so much. Every version of them.

You know...Xinalith told me about how they would bite you thinking they were showing affection. Or how their tail would wag and hit things.

They're so precious.

Present tense.

Thank you for bringing these. I know it was to clear out space but thank you still. And I'm thankful for Life for keeping these all this time. Even if Xinalith doesn't care what happens to them I adore it. It reminds me of how far they've come but that little demon still lives on.

A thoughtful hum left them at Pax's words, lowering their cup as they slowly nodded their head.

Indeed they would. I don't think I need to tell you how demons are seeing as you're with them on a regular basis, but a lot of their body language from early years is another way for them to communicate. Very animalistic beings. Therefore, adoration or respect is shown in such manner.

They broke many things from their tail alone. It wouldn't stop moving. They even learned that it was their tail doing the breaking, so if it started to knock things off my desk they would scold it. They were always a quick learner.

Again, no comment would be made on whether or not Death thought they were precious.

Hearing Pax's sentiments, Death looked over at him for a long moment. Nothing uttered quite yet. Sockets would then move towards the large painting of the pair, which would urge the entity to break the silence.

Xinalith still is. They're working on something right now and they're so smart and strong. It's awe inspiring. Truly they deserved absolutely everything they have now.

Continuing to gently move through the things in the box he only paused when Death spoke again. Swirling hues on the skeletal being.

No, I'm not aware.

Xinalith was always whimsical and full of life around him. Even in the beginning they were rather playful. Seeing Xinalith in the throws of their misery wasn't something Pax was witness to. Perhaps the closest was when they thought Lucifer died and it wasn't their doing, but even then he never saw the loving side of them as gone.

I would be more shocked if somehow, that skill of theirs dimmed over time.

Death looked back over at Pax. Placing their cup down on the coffee table, they shook their head.

I can tell you from knowing them for so long, they have a lot more life in them than they used to. Demons are very good at hiding their true emotions due to survivability. It's perceived as a weakness in the infernal realm otherwise.

But now, they are more themselves. I don't know if that's a good thing for me in particular, given they're now more infuriating. Moon and Xinalith being together and as concepts may have been a fault of ours.

Ignore that they were both well fitted for the role. They most definitely get annoyed when the pair start bickering over the table. Or, in some cases, team up on someone.

Really Pax could gush about Xinalith forever, but he had a feeling if he did Death would get annoyed. Xinalith was amazing, but they didn't need him singing their praises for it to be known. He still would, but it wasn't needed right now.

Taking in what Death said his smile only warmed, gently petting the dragon plush.

Well I'm glad then. All I can ever really wish for is their happiness. That they're healthy and happy that is. If I can supply them with even a little bit of that then my existence feels worth it.

Being able to alleviate the pain they've felt. Well I feel very lucky that I can do that.

Gay.

Sorry for those two causing you issues but they aren't that bad.

Says Pax. They would do anything for him.

And they weren't. This was Death, after all. They have come across many beings from all walks of life, all with varying stories and thoughts on existence as a whole. And they continue to come across many new faces. So much knowledge for someone that will eventually be a blurry face yet they often remember it all.

Nothing would be said about the comment on Moon and Xinalith. They knew the hold Pax seems to have on them both, it would be pointless to even say anything about it.

That's all I came here to give. But seeing as I'm here with tea-

And it was quite good tea as well. Really goes down the... uh... anyway. They may as well stay to finish their tea.

Yes. Death did have manners. They wouldn't just go entering in peoples homes.

( @infernussins )

Pax wasn't expecting visitors. Mind you most of them learned to text or knock first so he didn't think much on it.

Moving to the front door his gaze automatically was down. People around here weren't taller than him. But he was met with black. A black robe actually. Slowly looking up he paused. Blinking slowly.

I swear I haven't done anything to warrant my early death.

Speaking nonsense already and I've only been here for a few seconds.

As expected, they took no humour to that. Tapping their scythe, they peered over the donari's shoulder before turning their attention back onto Pax.

I have items to drop off. They serve no purpose for me anymore given circumstances. I thought they would be better here where yourself and Xinalith reside.

Right...my bad. Um please come in. Our home is always welcome to you.

Why did he say that? He didn't want Death just showing up when he was in the shower or something.

What did you bring? Also can I make you some tea or is this a quick visit?

First thing they'd notice? Very, very up to both of their tastes. They could very much see how Xinalith's taste in decor and lifestyle bled into Pax's as well. Death wouldn't say anything, but it was nice to see that Xinalith clearly had a home now.

I can stay for tea. Green tea will be fine.

No, don't ask how it works. Don't ask if they can even taste it. Nobody knows.

I have a wide variety of items from Xinalith's childhood that has been sitting in my domain for too long. I assumed given that they'll be living with you for the rest of their existence, you'd want to have them. These are sentimental items to many, are they not?

Leading them to the living room, he motioned for them to take a seat wherever as he sat on the love seat.

A small smile did form hearing what the purpose of the visit was though. Living with him for the rest of their existence. Pax did like the sound of that.

They are. I know I would love to have the items around and while I can't speak for Xinalith I'm sure they would love it too. Especially if it means freeing up your domain.

Now when it came to how Moon and Xinalith met or when, Pax didn't know much. Just that there was a face slammed into a light wall. Hearing it was almost a year since they met. That really was something.

I didn't even realise honestly. Though them stumbling across one another might have just been the best thing to happen. For me at least. Perhaps a selfish take on it all.

But right, yes, I would be elated to take them off your hands. Are you sure you won't miss them though?

Taking a seat, they would rest their scythe against the chair whilst they listened to Pax speak. That hollow look moving back towards Pax once they were settled in, no movement in their expression. That's always the case with Death. Many really couldn't tell what they were thinking from face value alone.

No comment would be made about the selfish aspect of it. Really, Death didn't think much of it. Things simply happened the way they did, and with their form of morality, it was difficult to see it in any other way.

No, I will not. Memories have been had, I don't need a physical object to symbolise them.

Before they took their tear, a large box would appear on the coffee table, neatly sealed up. Slowly, it started to open itself like a boxcutter tearing through tape, just to unveil what was inside.

Toys that had seen better days. One in particular being a dragon, others being various animals that were most notably predators. Rocks, many of them, that looked like they had bite marks in them from the years that Xinalith had been trying to chew on them. A few books all in basic infernal; a few basic spell tomes; small items of clothing that looked to have been sewn together to form a blanket. Probably Life's design. Speaking of, there were also many small blankets, where the fluff was no longer as soft but it was clearly well loved. Bone fragments from their early years, photographs and drawings, just a whole entire box full of memorial pieces.

Then the box appeared. Whatever qualms Pax was having vanished. That all too familiar swelling of his heart and soul as it warmed. Carefully taking the box, his eyes began to tear up as he looked at the objects. Memories, fake or not, of that little demon. So adorable, full of life and innocence. Each item making him gently tear up a little more. He loved them so much. Every version of them.

You know...Xinalith told me about how they would bite you thinking they were showing affection. Or how their tail would wag and hit things.

They're so precious.

Present tense.

Thank you for bringing these. I know it was to clear out space but thank you still. And I'm thankful for Life for keeping these all this time. Even if Xinalith doesn't care what happens to them I adore it. It reminds me of how far they've come but that little demon still lives on.

A thoughtful hum left them at Pax's words, lowering their cup as they slowly nodded their head.

Indeed they would. I don't think I need to tell you how demons are seeing as you're with them on a regular basis, but a lot of their body language from early years is another way for them to communicate. Very animalistic beings. Therefore, adoration or respect is shown in such manner.

They broke many things from their tail alone. It wouldn't stop moving. They even learned that it was their tail doing the breaking, so if it started to knock things off my desk they would scold it. They were always a quick learner.

Again, no comment would be made on whether or not Death thought they were precious.

Hearing Pax's sentiments, Death looked over at him for a long moment. Nothing uttered quite yet. Sockets would then move towards the large painting of the pair, which would urge the entity to break the silence.

Xinalith still is. They're working on something right now and they're so smart and strong. It's awe inspiring. Truly they deserved absolutely everything they have now.

Continuing to gently move through the things in the box he only paused when Death spoke again. Swirling hues on the skeletal being.

No, I'm not aware.

Xinalith was always whimsical and full of life around him. Even in the beginning they were rather playful. Seeing Xinalith in the throws of their misery wasn't something Pax was witness to. Perhaps the closest was when they thought Lucifer died and it wasn't their doing, but even then he never saw the loving side of them as gone.

I would be more shocked if somehow, that skill of theirs dimmed over time.

Death looked back over at Pax. Placing their cup down on the coffee table, they shook their head.

I can tell you from knowing them for so long, they have a lot more life in them than they used to. Demons are very good at hiding their true emotions due to survivability. It's perceived as a weakness in the infernal realm otherwise.

But now, they are more themselves. I don't know if that's a good thing for me in particular, given they're now more infuriating. Moon and Xinalith being together and as concepts may have been a fault of ours.

Ignore that they were both well fitted for the role. They most definitely get annoyed when the pair start bickering over the table. Or, in some cases, team up on someone.

Yes. Death did have manners. They wouldn't just go entering in peoples homes.

( @infernussins )

Pax wasn't expecting visitors. Mind you most of them learned to text or knock first so he didn't think much on it.

Moving to the front door his gaze automatically was down. People around here weren't taller than him. But he was met with black. A black robe actually. Slowly looking up he paused. Blinking slowly.

I swear I haven't done anything to warrant my early death.

Speaking nonsense already and I've only been here for a few seconds.

As expected, they took no humour to that. Tapping their scythe, they peered over the donari's shoulder before turning their attention back onto Pax.

I have items to drop off. They serve no purpose for me anymore given circumstances. I thought they would be better here where yourself and Xinalith reside.

Right...my bad. Um please come in. Our home is always welcome to you.

Why did he say that? He didn't want Death just showing up when he was in the shower or something.

What did you bring? Also can I make you some tea or is this a quick visit?

First thing they'd notice? Very, very up to both of their tastes. They could very much see how Xinalith's taste in decor and lifestyle bled into Pax's as well. Death wouldn't say anything, but it was nice to see that Xinalith clearly had a home now.

I can stay for tea. Green tea will be fine.

No, don't ask how it works. Don't ask if they can even taste it. Nobody knows.

I have a wide variety of items from Xinalith's childhood that has been sitting in my domain for too long. I assumed given that they'll be living with you for the rest of their existence, you'd want to have them. These are sentimental items to many, are they not?

Leading them to the living room, he motioned for them to take a seat wherever as he sat on the love seat.

A small smile did form hearing what the purpose of the visit was though. Living with him for the rest of their existence. Pax did like the sound of that.

They are. I know I would love to have the items around and while I can't speak for Xinalith I'm sure they would love it too. Especially if it means freeing up your domain.

Now when it came to how Moon and Xinalith met or when, Pax didn't know much. Just that there was a face slammed into a light wall. Hearing it was almost a year since they met. That really was something.

I didn't even realise honestly. Though them stumbling across one another might have just been the best thing to happen. For me at least. Perhaps a selfish take on it all.

But right, yes, I would be elated to take them off your hands. Are you sure you won't miss them though?

Taking a seat, they would rest their scythe against the chair whilst they listened to Pax speak. That hollow look moving back towards Pax once they were settled in, no movement in their expression. That's always the case with Death. Many really couldn't tell what they were thinking from face value alone.

No comment would be made about the selfish aspect of it. Really, Death didn't think much of it. Things simply happened the way they did, and with their form of morality, it was difficult to see it in any other way.

No, I will not. Memories have been had, I don't need a physical object to symbolise them.

Before they took their tear, a large box would appear on the coffee table, neatly sealed up. Slowly, it started to open itself like a boxcutter tearing through tape, just to unveil what was inside.

Toys that had seen better days. One in particular being a dragon, others being various animals that were most notably predators. Rocks, many of them, that looked like they had bite marks in them from the years that Xinalith had been trying to chew on them. A few books all in basic infernal; a few basic spell tomes; small items of clothing that looked to have been sewn together to form a blanket. Probably Life's design. Speaking of, there were also many small blankets, where the fluff was no longer as soft but it was clearly well loved. Bone fragments from their early years, photographs and drawings, just a whole entire box full of memorial pieces.

Then the box appeared. Whatever qualms Pax was having vanished. That all too familiar swelling of his heart and soul as it warmed. Carefully taking the box, his eyes began to tear up as he looked at the objects. Memories, fake or not, of that little demon. So adorable, full of life and innocence. Each item making him gently tear up a little more. He loved them so much. Every version of them.

You know...Xinalith told me about how they would bite you thinking they were showing affection. Or how their tail would wag and hit things.

They're so precious.

Present tense.

Thank you for bringing these. I know it was to clear out space but thank you still. And I'm thankful for Life for keeping these all this time. Even if Xinalith doesn't care what happens to them I adore it. It reminds me of how far they've come but that little demon still lives on.

A thoughtful hum left them at Pax's words, lowering their cup as they slowly nodded their head.

Indeed they would. I don't think I need to tell you how demons are seeing as you're with them on a regular basis, but a lot of their body language from early years is another way for them to communicate. Very animalistic beings. Therefore, adoration or respect is shown in such manner.

They broke many things from their tail alone. It wouldn't stop moving. They even learned that it was their tail doing the breaking, so if it started to knock things off my desk they would scold it. They were always a quick learner.

Again, no comment would be made on whether or not Death thought they were precious.

Hearing Pax's sentiments, Death looked over at him for a long moment. Nothing uttered quite yet. Sockets would then move towards the large painting of the pair, which would urge the entity to break the silence.

Yes. Death did have manners. They wouldn't just go entering in peoples homes.

( @infernussins )

Pax wasn't expecting visitors. Mind you most of them learned to text or knock first so he didn't think much on it.

Moving to the front door his gaze automatically was down. People around here weren't taller than him. But he was met with black. A black robe actually. Slowly looking up he paused. Blinking slowly.

I swear I haven't done anything to warrant my early death.

Speaking nonsense already and I've only been here for a few seconds.

As expected, they took no humour to that. Tapping their scythe, they peered over the donari's shoulder before turning their attention back onto Pax.

I have items to drop off. They serve no purpose for me anymore given circumstances. I thought they would be better here where yourself and Xinalith reside.

Right...my bad. Um please come in. Our home is always welcome to you.

Why did he say that? He didn't want Death just showing up when he was in the shower or something.

What did you bring? Also can I make you some tea or is this a quick visit?

First thing they'd notice? Very, very up to both of their tastes. They could very much see how Xinalith's taste in decor and lifestyle bled into Pax's as well. Death wouldn't say anything, but it was nice to see that Xinalith clearly had a home now.

I can stay for tea. Green tea will be fine.

No, don't ask how it works. Don't ask if they can even taste it. Nobody knows.

I have a wide variety of items from Xinalith's childhood that has been sitting in my domain for too long. I assumed given that they'll be living with you for the rest of their existence, you'd want to have them. These are sentimental items to many, are they not?

Leading them to the living room, he motioned for them to take a seat wherever as he sat on the love seat.

A small smile did form hearing what the purpose of the visit was though. Living with him for the rest of their existence. Pax did like the sound of that.

They are. I know I would love to have the items around and while I can't speak for Xinalith I'm sure they would love it too. Especially if it means freeing up your domain.

Now when it came to how Moon and Xinalith met or when, Pax didn't know much. Just that there was a face slammed into a light wall. Hearing it was almost a year since they met. That really was something.

I didn't even realise honestly. Though them stumbling across one another might have just been the best thing to happen. For me at least. Perhaps a selfish take on it all.

But right, yes, I would be elated to take them off your hands. Are you sure you won't miss them though?

Taking a seat, they would rest their scythe against the chair whilst they listened to Pax speak. That hollow look moving back towards Pax once they were settled in, no movement in their expression. That's always the case with Death. Many really couldn't tell what they were thinking from face value alone.

No comment would be made about the selfish aspect of it. Really, Death didn't think much of it. Things simply happened the way they did, and with their form of morality, it was difficult to see it in any other way.

No, I will not. Memories have been had, I don't need a physical object to symbolise them.

Before they took their tear, a large box would appear on the coffee table, neatly sealed up. Slowly, it started to open itself like a boxcutter tearing through tape, just to unveil what was inside.

Toys that had seen better days. One in particular being a dragon, others being various animals that were most notably predators. Rocks, many of them, that looked like they had bite marks in them from the years that Xinalith had been trying to chew on them. A few books all in basic infernal; a few basic spell tomes; small items of clothing that looked to have been sewn together to form a blanket. Probably Life's design. Speaking of, there were also many small blankets, where the fluff was no longer as soft but it was clearly well loved. Bone fragments from their early years, photographs and drawings, just a whole entire box full of memorial pieces.

Yes. Death did have manners. They wouldn't just go entering in peoples homes.

( @infernussins )

Pax wasn't expecting visitors. Mind you most of them learned to text or knock first so he didn't think much on it.

Moving to the front door his gaze automatically was down. People around here weren't taller than him. But he was met with black. A black robe actually. Slowly looking up he paused. Blinking slowly.

I swear I haven't done anything to warrant my early death.

Speaking nonsense already and I've only been here for a few seconds.

As expected, they took no humour to that. Tapping their scythe, they peered over the donari's shoulder before turning their attention back onto Pax.

I have items to drop off. They serve no purpose for me anymore given circumstances. I thought they would be better here where yourself and Xinalith reside.

Right...my bad. Um please come in. Our home is always welcome to you.

Why did he say that? He didn't want Death just showing up when he was in the shower or something.

What did you bring? Also can I make you some tea or is this a quick visit?

First thing they'd notice? Very, very up to both of their tastes. They could very much see how Xinalith's taste in decor and lifestyle bled into Pax's as well. Death wouldn't say anything, but it was nice to see that Xinalith clearly had a home now.

I can stay for tea. Green tea will be fine.

No, don't ask how it works. Don't ask if they can even taste it. Nobody knows.

I have a wide variety of items from Xinalith's childhood that has been sitting in my domain for too long. I assumed given that they'll be living with you for the rest of their existence, you'd want to have them. These are sentimental items to many, are they not?

Yes. Death did have manners. They wouldn't just go entering in peoples homes.

( @infernussins )

Pax wasn't expecting visitors. Mind you most of them learned to text or knock first so he didn't think much on it.

Moving to the front door his gaze automatically was down. People around here weren't taller than him. But he was met with black. A black robe actually. Slowly looking up he paused. Blinking slowly.

I swear I haven't done anything to warrant my early death.

Speaking nonsense already and I've only been here for a few seconds.

As expected, they took no humour to that. Tapping their scythe, they peered over the donari's shoulder before turning their attention back onto Pax.

I have items to drop off. They serve no purpose for me anymore given circumstances. I thought they would be better here where yourself and Xinalith reside.