Grabbing a bite to eat

I HAVE BECOME DEATH

the destroyer of worlds

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Death inched its way toward the alley, where the children and the catlike creature were resting at the dead end. It crawled across the cobblestone street path, crumbling the stone into dust, and eating away at the bricks of buildings. Rotting, corroding, eroding whatever it touched, until a crimson-caped man appeared at the entrance of the alleyway. His abysmal eyes stared ahead of him, at the squad of assorted beings, human and animal alike, having their own encounter. He smirked underneath the collar of his cloak, red dots of fire searching around the path of decay he had created. Inching closer, the male stood behind one of the children and gently placed his hand on their shoulder, which ate at the boy's shirt and skin.

"Now, now... being cruel to animals isn't the way to go," the mage stated in a solemn, dark tone of voice.

The child screamed in pain and tore away from Marcel's touch, who only dropped his hand to his side afterward. Both locked eyes for a moment, but the boy was scared by this man, and held the injured part of his shoulder that now was decaying. He remained silent thereafter, until the boy pushed past him and ran back the way that he had come, frightful. Once that boy was gone, he looked to the two that were still there; they were staring at him wide-eyed, kitty forgotten about. Marcel glanced from them to the creature, then back at them, before reaching out his hand to touch one of them. They let out a scream like the first had and darted around him, leaving the alley with just Abbadon and Marcel. Nothing, but breath, left his lips as he turned his gaze back to the "kitty" and now, stared down the beast.

"I suppose they were your meal, were they not?" he inquired, but wasn't necessarily looking for an answer from it. The gray-skinned, dead man knelt down and rested an arm on one knee, narrowing the specks of fire at the cat. "Better luck next time."

I HAVE BECOME DEATH

the destroyer of worlds

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Marcel scoffed at the beast and stood back to his feet, his cloak flowing around him with every movement he made. He was still staring down at the animal as he responded, "you're just as interesting as a creature, like you state I am." In fact, he still couldn't decide if Abaddon was a cat or a rabbit or if the two species somehow mated and created him. Whatever he was, Death hadn't spoken to him in the time of meeting, like he wanted to keep this critter alive. "I suppose you aren't going to tell me what exactly you are, are you? I'm afraid I have no time for shenanigans of yours." The man cleared his throat, but instead of getting a direct answer, the creature decided to ask more of him. Unfortunately, they were all questions he couldn't care to answer, but seen as the creature wanted to know, he would.

"How long have I lived? That's a very good question," the man retorted in almost a mockery state of sarcasm. He lifted one of his hands and began to count off his fingers, but when he reached all ten, he stopped counting. "Too many years to count and too many decades to really give a rat's ass about letting people know my age. Why does it matter to you? Appears to me you're a creature of immortality, yourself..." He silently watched Abaddon. Marcel ran a wet tongue over his dry, cracked lips, as if wetting them would help with the decaying process on himself. His skin would remain dead forever, nothing would exactly help the ashen look of Death that crawled upon him. "I have been around for centuries though if I think about it... back when an old empire had been established beyond Fiore..."

"Oh? Your lunch? I suppose that's why Death had called for me to take care of these children... they were bound to die. Why eat them though? Why not just kill them off like I do? Watch them die in agony as decay takes over them?"