The Summer Land - -
"The Summer land is the great crossover. It's not good, it's not bad, it's just a place we go where there is no more pain or suffering. We wait there until it is time for our souls to return in another physical body, and then we...
Walking out of the change room, Death saw Morgan and Aphrodite's puffy eyes, tear streaks on their faces. He didn't question it seeing Aphrodite shake her head. So instead he looked to Morgan with a smile seeing her in her dress. "You look very pretty little one." He said to her, a small smile growing on her face.
"Thank you." She whispered. Hugging Death, the man holding her tightly. "Is it okay if I look around, I like Aphrodite's style," Morgan asked, really wanting to find all the pretty dresses, skirts, shirts, pants, and shoes she could.
Death nodded. "Of course, I'll just go pay for what you have on now," Death said to the little girl. Morgan grinned before scurrying to the section she had a feeling she would fit most right now. "What happened?" Death asked the Goddess his eyes dark.
Aphrodite sighed and held back the tears once more. "When she looked at herself all dressed up in the mirror, she sort of turned away from it looked at the ground and hugged me." Aphrodite started walking over to the register. "I asked her what was wrong, and she said, 'you made me feel pretty' so we had a little cry as I told her she was pretty, gorgeous and that I was going to help her show how amazing she really is." The woman told him sniffling softly.
Death sighed, before anger took over. "Those blasted mortals deserve death," The deity growled, anger clear in his eyes.
Aphrodite shushed the man not wanting Morgan to see the man angry, and fear he was angry with her. "I know you do Death, but control yourself, what if girasole sees you all angry, she might think you are angry with her." She said a quiet tone.
Death sighed clinching his fist, finally calming down as he paid his best friend, the Goddess building her a new wardrobe. Morgan not knowing of the nymphs flying around and cataloguing what she loved. "Girasole huh?" Death questioned looking at his friend.
"What every sunflower grows higher and stronger." Aphrodite said a smirk on her face. Death chuckled before calling out to Morgan.
The little girl running over to the deity a bright smile on her face. "Your shop is the best shop ever Auntie Love!" Morgan cheers, before clamping her hand over her mouth, eyes wide.
Aphrodite smirked at the little girl. "You Morgan, can call me whatever you like, understand me." Aphrodite says a smile on her face. "It'll be fair since I've already got a nickname for you." The Goddess says with a laugh.
Calming down from her little moment she gave the woman a questioning look. "What nickname?"
"Girasole, it means sunflower." Aphrodite says. Morgan grins at the nickname before turning to Death.
"Are we going now?" She asked eyes wide.
"Yes, time to say our goodbyes little one." Death said to her, the little girl running over to the Goddess and hugging her tightly.
"Thank you Auntie Love, I'll miss you." Morgan whispered to the woman as they held each other tight.
"I'll miss you too, but I'll be sure to visit you, he can't hide your pretty face from me. And before you go, I think I'll give you something." Aphrodite whispers, getting up from their hug, the Goddess going over to a closed off cabinet, opening it with a wave of her hand she pulled out a gold charm bracelet. A dove charm hanging from the chain. "This charm is a magical charm, if you ever want to talk the dove charm will let me know, and I'll be there in a puff of pink smoke." Aphrodite said clasping the charm bracelet onto the little girls wrist, it resizing itself so as to not fall off.
"I love it, thank you again Auntie Love." Morgan whispered, kissing her new Auntie on the cheek. Taking Death's hand in hers she waved one last time with her free hand to Aphrodite as Death nodded to his friend in thanks. The two now walking down the street.
"So how many other's like Auntie Love are there?" Morgan asked.
Death smiled. "All religions deities exist, but myself and my two brothers are the top of the pack while the other's like your Auntie are below us, my siblings and I have been around when the world we know was created." Death stated. "Of course Mother is the true ruler as she is the creator, she's everyone's God or Goddess." He stated. Morgan nodded listening to Death explain his world's hierarchy.
"So I have her to thank for allowing you to give me another chance, right?" Morgan asked.
"Yes little one, she was the reason behind it all." Death stated. "I pleaded for years to allow this, and I finally was pissed off enough that I showed her what had been happening to you, of course we couldn't do anything until you passed, so we had to wait." Death continued. "Mother was furious when you were killed, enough so she was ready to erase the world and start from scratch." Death said with a roll of his eyes. "She's very dramatic Mother is."
Morgan giggled.
Walking up to the Leaky Cauldron, Death kneeled on his knee fixing Morgan's coat, perfecting the position of the collar, his own now adorning him. "When I'm a bit bigger, can I have your coat when I go to Hogwarts?" She asked suddenly looking at the deity.
Death frowned, waiting for her to continue.
Looking at the ground with a little embarrassment she answered his unasked question. "So I have something of you with me, I don't want to make you come visit me all the time, you have a job, so I don't want to be annoying, and if I have your coat I'll know I'm safe."
Death smiled and leaned forward kissing the crown of her head again. "When you are older."
Morgan blushed and smiled brightly at him, taking his hand once more, Death's face went blank, and since it's her first time trying to be as Pureblood as ever, her own face went slightly blank. Death wanted to chuckle at the way she was staring but he didn't. The pair silently made their way to the brick wall, Death tapping the bricks in the pattern that Morgan always forgot when she would visit, although now that she thought about it, Mrs Weasley always distracted her.
And just like the first time, Morgan was in awe of Diagon Alley. But this time she was with someone who would show her the real world around her and allow her to grow into the most powerful witch to ever be.
