From the words that spewed out of his mouth like a raging pit of fire, Azrail grew silent as he stared calmly at the vexed God of Life, no longer hoping that the both of them would ever get along.

"You are the God of Death! Start functioning like one! A God of Dead is no good if they are soft-bellied!" Continuing to chastise Azrail, the God of Life completely overlooked the empty eyes that gazed at him intently as he only remained on voicing out the various qualities that he saw unbefitting for the image of a God of Death.

"You, God of Death, should realize that this is no matter to show goodwill upon. I am the God of Life, yet I show no leniency to the creatures whether they may have suffered. We owe them nothing; so let it remain that way." Ultimately seeing the God of Life cool down, Azrail cleared his throat and looked away from him and instead gazed down to the earth below, his eyes steady as a placid expression conquered his face.

"While you are correct, God of Life, that still doesn't change who we are. You and I were chosen to serve creation—the existence of everything. We were favored to preserve it and allow for it all to expand without interruption. That is our purpose. My proposition wasn't for effectively liberating humans from this spreading virus, but to simply give them hope when times are grave. Make them remember there is still hope in life. You are the God of Life, and so you should show grace. I am not the God of Life, so good luck." Expressing his last scrap of advice, Azrail walked away with Kallias following close behind, neither of them bothering to give the frowning God of Life another glance.

"God of Death, I hope you comprehend that this meeting has yet to be disclosed. We have much we need to discuss." Waving his hand sluggishly to the God of Life as he strolled away, Azrail simply retorted: "I can just forward you the records to your messenger. Besides, what good is talking to someone to report something when all they do is talk about the defects of someone's character? Now, goodbye." With that said and done, Azrail and Kallias escaped from the God of Life's sight, their destination: Home.

Standing all alone on top of the world, the God of Life sneered, his dislike for the God of Death already conspicuous in his exquisitely chiseled face as his perfectly penciled eyebrows scrunched closer together in annoyance.

"Why has Birth Mother favored such an unqualified soft-bellied boy to become the mighty God of Death? This is a direct attack on everything that gods stand for, and something like this is unacceptable! I can't stand to work with someone like that." Stepping away from where he once stood the God of Life deliberated about what to do as he wandered in circles, his mind crowded with plans for an appropriate way on how to make that apologetic excuse of a god into a worthy God of Death! This way, that 'God of Death' will become the precise symbol of one!

"I suppose spoiling my time on someone else is worth it for such an alarming plight. The World of the Dead would be doomed with someone like him in power, so I will do both him and the dead a favor. Tch... offering me reports of the situation on the dead back on Earth... what a slothful boy!" Without a second thought, the God of Life commanded the orb that floated behind him to transport him back to his domain, the thought of reforming the freshly elected God of Death circling in his mind energetically.

Storming back inside the castle grounds, Azrail glided back inside of his room, dismissing Kallias as he instead craved for some alone time with his thoughts and no one else. Hearing the massive doors close gently, Azrail slouched down on his cloud-like bed, probing his hand on top of his knees as his hands were cupped around the frame of his chiseled face, eyes fierce as he recalled how the God of Life would deliberately point out his flaws.

He knew he wasn't perfect, but even so, that didn't mean that he was required to endeavor to become as others pleased for him to be. To him, the honest explanation of perfection is when you are contented with something, not when others are; just you. Like the time when he enjoyed his first car, but it was all busted up. No problem! As long as it worked, that was all that mattered. Besides, even with the battered look, it performed flawlessly fine and the car also had granted him many unforgettable memories; like the time when he stayed out, on top of a cliff laying on the roof of his car, gawking at the night sky in fascination as soothing music played in the backdrop.

Relaxing his expression unintentionally upon this memory, Azrail thought about all the great days that he had spent alive. Yes, most of those days were by himself, but as long as it made him cheerful, that was all that genuinely mattered to him. As he sat there, mulling over his past life, Azrail felt a minor tingle of heartache spread across his chest, yearning for the lost consolation of having blood pumping throughout his body, of his heart pulsing constantly against his chest whenever he was in a harmonious place. Sure, most of his life was occupied with grief, but the times when he didn't weep were the merriest of them all. He devoted so much thinking about the dreadful times that he overlooked the good times; specifically the people that were there for him, even though he would regularly push them away. Mark and Junia. Perhaps he should have given them some kind of chance...

Disrupting his thoughts as he heard a respectful knocking coming from behind his bedroom doors, Azrail raised his gaze from the floor to the doors, eyes dull as a frown had unconsciously developed on his cupid bow lips.

"Kallias, is there something that you want?"

"No, my god. You have a visitor." Perking up in interest at this message, Azrail stood up from his sumptuous bed and summoned a mirror, correcting his image before placing the mirror back away once he was confident that he looked respectable. Smoothing out his ruffled hair, Azrail walked towards the door and opened it without the use of his hands as he now peered down at the bowing man before him.

"Who is it?"

"Kallias, I'm so glad to see you!" Blinking once he picked up the recognizable enthusiastic voice of Yeong-Hui, Azrail looked away from Kallias and instead focused his attention on the dashing figure of Yeong-Hui which was nearing him at a very high speed-

Holding his ground as Yeong-Hui enclosed his arms around his slender waist, Azrail exhaled a sigh of relief once he understood he hadn't crashed down brutally because of the force and speed that Yeong-Hui had devoted to his running. Bearing the shorter figure closer to his chest, Yeong-Hui hoisted him up and whirled him around, laughing gleefully whilst ignoring the panicked words of Azrail that pleaded for him to be let down.

"Oh, how much I've missed you! You were the only friendly face I've met in my stay here! It was so unpleasant regularly being around others who were so rigid and grim!" Forming a pouty face Yeong-Hui eventually stopped swinging Azrail around, gradually setting the man's feet onto the ground only to promptly hold him back in his arms as the dazed Azrail almost tumbled.

"Oh, I'm so sorry. I guess I got too excited... here! I'll bring you to your bed, there you can regain your composure, and then we can talk!" Thrilled by the idea Yeong-Hui jogged over to the bed and placed Azrail tenderly down upon the satin covers, vigilant not to harm him during the process.

Grateful for the extra care that Yeong-Hui put in this procedure, Azrail showed him a modest grin, his eyes gentle as he padded the Nature God's shoulder comfortingly. "It's alright, Yeong-Hui—or should I call you the God of Nature?" Snickering as he saw how rapidly Yeong-Hui shook his head, Azrail lazily rose to his feet and faced the eager male, the man's brilliance stunning him immediately.

Is Yeong-Hui the God of Day?

"I have much to discuss with you today, Azrail! I figured that you would have forgotten about me, so I decided to instead come to visit you! It's nice knowing that there's a familiar face here." Noting the restrained tone that Yeong-Hui carried at the end of his sentence, Azrail tilted his head in bewilderment.

"I assume you've met the other current gods." Reeling his head to lock eyes with Azrail, Yeong-Hui briskly nodded his head, his cheeks puffed as he childishly pouted. "Yep! I've met them, but they aren't very keen on a conversation. However, I've only met two gods—apart from you—that were the God of Life and the God of Day. I haven't seen the God of Night yet, so to speak, due to him being last as I was second to last. But, I-" Wavering in his sentence, Yeong-Hui's face become cloudy as a small frown replaced the cheerful, sunny smile that used to enliven his features, making him appear like the smoldering sun.

"I'm sorry, I'm talking too much. I'm acting like such a child! Please, forgive me-" Flicking the God of Nature on the forehead, Azrail gave him a steely look. "Don't apologize for being you, okay? Besides, I like this bright side of you; it's rejuvenating. Come on, there's a place I want you to see. We can chat while we head there." Striding past Yeong-Hui Azrail calmly walked outside the castle doors as he headed towards the garden.

Placing a hand on where he was flicked, Yeong-Hui's glum expression turned sheepish yet lively as a smile promptly rehabilitated his face. "Alright! Oh, I've got to inform you about my new domain! It's the most marvelous thing I have ever seen!" Catching up to Azrail, Yeong-Hui continued to chatter with the quiet Azrail, who would periodically nod, proving to him he was still listening. 

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