Death - Gods

“You said that to tinker with the fate of one individual could destroy the whole world,” said Ysabell.

YES?

“You meddled with his. And mine.” She pointed a trembling finger at the splinters of glass on the floor. “And those, too.”

WELL?

“What will the gods demand for that?”

FROM ME?

“Yes!”

Death looked surprised. THE GODS CAN DEMAND NOTHING OF ME. EVEN GODS ANSWER TO ME, EVENTUALLY.

“Doesn’t seem very fair, does it? Don’t the gods bother about justice and mercy?” snapped Ysabell. Without anyone quite noticing she had picked up the sword.

Death grinned. I APPLAUD YOUR EFFORTS, he said, BUT THEY AVAIL YOU NAUGHT. STAND ASIDE.

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Mort p201