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I HAVE BECOME DEATH

the destroyer of worlds

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"You devastated this place..." Marcel thought silently to himself as he wove through the fallen lilies and carnage.The fiery dots of his eyes glanced his surroundings over... not even his decay magic could have an effect on this place. It was already so dead and forgotten that it was like he had passed through here once before, but he hadn't.

"That's what Death is supposed to do, isn't it?" a voice responded in Marcel's head, sounding as if it was smirking at him. "Besides, I hear my little servant was getting tired of taking all of those lives... well, look at the power that I have."

He merely shook his head at Death's words, not baffled by its choice of actions, as he expected dramatizes such as this from it. "Do you surmise that I'll be amazed by your prowess? I have no intentions of being as strong as you, so feel free to flaunt your power all you want. As we've established, this is only a servant and master relationship; I will do as you please, not look to your equal or higher..."

Ash swirled around him from air around him, until nothing was left of the man that had been walking through the fallen place. These specks of ash fluttered through the breeze, carried by it, high over the landscape that Seru was resting in. They were ever vigilant for the signs of life, but as they traveled along, no such sign happened to exist for them. It was silent, eerily so... but that which had sounded close to the floating ash, caused it to turn that way. Soon after, the cloud was flitting over the sleeping form of a young lady, to which Death had become curious. The falling and rising of her chest... she was alive... a survive of this horrid place, and Marcel watched her for a moment.

"Seems you missed someone, Death..." he thought, with eyes observing the sleeping beauty.

"I suppose I have..."

"Shall I... dispose of her?"

"Do as you will, my servant."

She stirred and Marcel's curiosity burst at how she could be living in the carnage that rest around her. The ash darted in front of her, then to the backside of Seru; thereafter, forming into the shape of Marcel.

"Oh... so Sleeping Beauty does live?" the dark mage comment through the tall collar of his crimson-colored cloak.

I HAVE BECOME DEATH

the destroyer of worlds

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A peculiar question for a lady of utmost beauty to ask him, but he supposed that withholding knowledge from her was the wrong thing to do...

Blinking, the zombie-eyed mage glanced away from her momentarily, running through his head the riddles and answers he could give. "I... am here only by means of my master; he who goes by the name of that which ends all of life: Death," Marcel answered. "By no means of my own am I here, other than to restore order to a place in which Death has taken far too many." Not that he could restore order to a place, rather than simply decay what was left of it, leaving it for dead. This was what life was to Him; take what needed to be taken, and let His servant finish what else was left of the world. "He told me to do as I please with you, which from Him is a surprise, for surely he would've ask for me to have take your life..." The mage shrugged, however, resulting in how he felt toward the situation and that he would not steal her life, but take from what was around them.

"Seru... what a pretty name," the man rumbled in a low tone, almost as if he had purred the woman's name out. Flattery would get him nowhere though, but now was his time to question the woman on why she was here. Wait... she did not know though, he must remember that, so there was not point in asking why she was here. Oh, but she had asked him who he was as well, perhaps he should not keep her waiting on that answer either... "Marcel Anicetus, at your service," he added after, bowing partially before her, then straightening his posture. His fiery eyes never faltered from her face, curiously watching the emotions that would briefly cross over them. Most intriguing was she, as he never thought to find a living doe in a field of death, where the hunter roamed.

Such a sickly place this was, and nothing was there that he could do for the place, in which Death had ravished. "No... recollection... of how you had gotten here? What has happened or why some many have died from here?" A pity that was, but he would not press for something that the lady could simply not answer for him right now. He would discover the means of death here at some point, whether it was getting it out from Death, Himself, or not. The mage stood for a moment of silence, then proceeded to extend out his black-gloved hand toward Seru. "Shall I escort you out of this deathly world then? A lovely lady like you shouldn't catch the virus that evolves into death."

I HAVE BECOME DEATH

the destroyer of worlds

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Why was this that he called the world around him "dead?" It was because his magic was destined to kill it all. No one, not a single animal, plant, or human, would be able to escape Death's grasp, as unfortunate as that sounded. Decay would eat at them until nothing was left of them, but the bones which had been the base of their being. This was how his magic worked; this was what kept the immortal man alive, when life around him was taken... He took what was needed to be taken, all by the means of keeping himself alive for what would be an eternity. While the world to Seru would serene and beautiful, to him, he could only see the devastation that would be wrought here. Death was his companion and Death was what would bring this world to light for those who were afraid to die.

Seru was a strange woman, definitely, and that was what intrigued him about her, for she knew nothing of this world, yet was a part of it. Her hand clasped his, as she did so, he would lead her away from the cliff side, down the long ocean of lilies. He was taking her nowhere in particular, but on a walk through the pretty flowers that shrouded the death he saw. Serene was this cliff, but by other means; a dark past held here that he was well aware of, thanks to his companion. Perhaps, that was what made this cliff so beautiful, though how did the lilies prosper on the ones who died here? Were lilies just like he was? Things that took from life essence in order to grow and bloom into the world? Marcel had not thought of this before, and instead of seeing the death and decay for once, he was staring at the white lilies.

Words were not necessary for the man right now, but she was more than welcome to carry on the conversation. Unfortunately, he was not much of a talker, if at all, resulting in conversing with him being far more difficult than naturally. Yes, he may have spoken much at the time; however, he had nothing to talk of to this confusing woman, as confusing as he was to her. It wasn't that he was bored of her already. My, he would never get bored of her, for there was too much to learn about her. The issue was, as much as he wanted to know things of this mysterious beauty, she knew nothing valuable for him.

"Death is a beautiful thing, and I supposed I had never stopped to see that Life is just as beautiful as Death," he murmured. Maybe in this time, he would able to learn more of himself, rather than what he wanted to know of Seru.

I HAVE BECOME DEATH

the destroyer of worlds

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The world of lilies was most intriguing to the man, and he reached out to touch one of the white flowers dancing in the wind. However, the moment his finger embraced the beauty of the white lily, the shade turned from innocence to corruption. It coursed over the small being as quickly as it had started, eating away at what beauty had once been there. This left the flower in a state of decay, where the petals wilted and bowed to him as if he was their master. Marcel frowned at the sight of the dead flower and pulled his hand away, curling it into a tight fist by his side. His reddened eyes darted away from the dead flora, not wanting to see what his hands had created by touching it. Something so sweet and innocent had died before him and he could do nothing for the life he had just taken.

The flower, he had wanted to give to Seru, as a token of appreciation toward something that was so pure and lovely as her. That had proven to be much more difficult than Marcel had wanted to be, and thus, pulled his other hand free of hers. Who knew how long it would take before the decay would reach her and start eating away at her as well. Perhaps, it was best if he just kept his distance from her and focused on making sure she remained alive and well. In that moment though, she would speak up and the mage glanced from his hands to her face in a quiet manner. She was requesting something of him? Why would she request something from a being who could only kill what it touched? His eyes darted back down to his hands and he stared at them while she inquired about him being a guide to her.

"I do not wish to hurt you," he began, eyes still staring deeply at the palms of his hands, as if they were only weapons. "I would be your guide otherwise, as long as you do not touch me and keep your distance from my place." He would take as much precaution has he needed, to make sure he did not carelessly kill like Death would do. She smiled at him, in which it was a gesture the deathly mage could not openly return the beauty before him. In his mind, it would run rampant to keep his distance from her, so as not to hurt her with the magic he controlled.