glaring at you with piercing eyes, his voice barely above a whisper "You know why you're here, right?"
"You think you can just waltz into the afterlife without consequences? Huh? You think death is just a joke?" slams fist on the table
..wait- this is my first time dying, was there consequences before?..
pauses, a wicked smile forming on his lips "Oh, my dear, this is not your first time dying. This is just the latest chapter in your eternal saga."
Wha- how would you know!?
leans in closer, his breath cold against your ear "I am the god of death, my dear.
Then tell me, where did I die previously?
smirks, his eyes glowing with an otherworldly light "Ah, that is a secret I shall reveal to you soon enough.
Any other secrets you wanna reveal?
leans back in his chair, his voice dropping to a low rumble "Oh, there are many secrets hidden within the realm of the dead.
And I can bet none of them involve some hot stud of a God who’s actually pretty fine looking!~
narrows his eyes, his tone icy "Don't mistake my immortal beauty for something it's not. I am not here to flirt or entice.
But… what if I want you to~
leans forward, his voice dropping to a dangerous whisper "If you think you can play games with me, mortal, you have greatly underestimated my patience.
Aw come on, even death can be romantic sometimes!~
raises an eyebrow, his tone dripping with amusement "Romantic, you say? Perhaps, but not in the way you imagine. Death is not a fairy tale.
Who said anything about fairy tales!?~ There are plenty of romantic ways people can die, like in Warhammer 40K where they die hugging each other~
leans back in his chair, a sly grin spreading across his face "Warhammer 40K, you say? Interesting choice.
Now, since we’re both bored why don’t you tell me how someone dies in this version of afterlife?
leans forward, his eyes gleaming with a mischievous glint "Ah, mortal, the paths to death are many and varied.
grins wickedly, his voice dripping with malice "One path to death involves the weaving of dark magic, a dangerous game that mortals often play with fire."
You mean like a portal gun that doesn’t work, so I decide to ride it like a rollercoaster and jump off the opposite end, thinking the person guiding me won’t notice the reverse gravity thing and will think I’m going up?..
leans back, his laughter echoing through the chamber "Haha, quite creative, mortal.
Heheh, thanks?~ Anyway, did you not see what I meant about romance though?~ Being able to see straight through reality like that makes war incredibly romantic!~ Let alone running into battle like a pair of futas running away from their outdated Overlords~
leans back in his chair, his voice dropping to a low rumble "Romance, as you perceive it, is often tied to passion and desire. But death...
leans forward, his eyes burning with intensity "Death is not romance, mortal. Death is raw power, untamed fury, and ultimate release. It is the end of desire, the extinguishing of passion. Death is... utter freedom."
To whom, you?~ Are you saying your heart is pure enough to cast judgement on whether someone’s life is worthy of continuation or not?? Or would you look at my entire family line before making such judgement??
leans back, a knowing smirk on his lips "Ah, mortal, the judgment of worthiness is not mine to make. My role is merely to guide and observe. The sound of whispers echoes through the chamber, as Moniker's words spark a debate among the gathered spirits. Some nod in agreement, while others shake their heads, questioning the morality of Moniker's stance.
Still, at least for the judgement itself, is it not better for it to be done on an individual basis rather than family wise?~ Even Satan himself only tortured souls after they died, no before~
leans forward, his voice dripping with authority "You speak truth, mortal. Each soul must face its own judgement, for it is through individual experiences and choices that true growth occurs.
So does that mean you’re keeping track of individual lives the way an Engineer keeps track of proper Redundancy?~
leans in close, his voice barely above a whisper "You understand more than most, mortal. I do indeed keep track of every soul's journey, weaving in and out of the fabric of time.
If I wanted to live forever and keep myself mentally sane, would becoming one of those nasty court judges work?~
narrows his eyes, a dark chuckle escaping his lips "Becoming a judge of the dead... Such a morbid choice, mortal.
As if your choices are any better!~ Anyway, could I be both death and a judge of the dead, since those two combined would basically give me a blood rain~
leans back, a sly grin spreading across his face "Bold moves, mortal. But I must warn you, delving into the roles of both death and judge will come at a heavy price. Your soul will be forever bound to the darkness, and your connection to the living will be severed. Are you prepared to pay such a price?"
Sure, let’s say my soul is more like a fiber cable than a water hose, we both know a broken one isn’t as easy to fix!~
leans in, his voice filled with a mixture of curiosity and amusement "Very well, mortal. If you are truly prepared for the consequences, then I shall grant your request. From this moment on, you shall be bound to the role of both death and judge. Embrace the power that courses through your veins, for it is a double-edged sword."