Scattered Feathers

Chapter 18

Chapter 18

(Phil)
The void was a peaceful place, it was a place where his Love resided and would help the souls navigate to their next life, or to their eternal rest. Phil could only visit whenever he could find the time to perform the very complicated ritual, and separate his soul for his body, or whenever it was time for him to find a new world to explore. Of course there was also rare occasions he would let her take possession of his body to walk around the mortal plain. They had to be careful with these rituals however, one wrong step and then his soul would be pulled into the void until he could convince her to let him be reincarnated. Which meant a good number of years would pass, since time meant nothing in the void.

"Phil~ You absolute evil man." Kristen giggled, her face hidden behind the dark veil of her hat, but Phil could vaguely make out her smile behind it. "You come bearing no new souls for me. Is my Angel of Death lacking? Maybe I should have you stay with me this time?" She hummed, gliding around him, one of her hands reaching out brush against his black feathers.

Phil grabbed at her hand gently and brought it to his lips. "My lovely Lady." He smiled lovingly at her, making eye contact beyond the veil and kissed her hand in greeting. "Not yet, love," He said, humming as he brought his other hand up to play with her long flowy raven colored hair that pooled behind her. Enjoying the silkiness of her hair that smelled like a bouquet of lilies and roses. "I have a favor to ask of you." He requested.

"And what does my Champion request?" She hummed happily, her free hand combing through his hair in turn.

"I need to talk to the dead." He answered.

Kristen laughed, as she took her hand back and the one playing his hair, snatching his bucket hat off his head as she glided away a few feet. "To the dead you say? Phil. You know the living can't talk tot he dead." She giggled, replacing her hat with his, revealing her face to him. "How about a date first? I have missed you."

"It's only been a few weeks." Phil slowly flapping his wings to bring himself closer to her to embrace her and hold her close.

Only to have her laugh and duck from his arms and glide further away. "But it gets lonely without you. For me its like you've been gone for ages." She said with a flutter of her eyes.

"Now, Kristen. You know time works different for us." Phil said, coming close again trying to catch her in a hug, only for her to vanish in a mist of smoke. "And I promised Techno, I'd be back soon."

"Oh, time what a silly thing to consider." Kristen's voice echoed around him. "So, if I let you speak to the dead," She considered, her voice in his ear, as she reappeared behind him, arms around his neck, and her chin resting on his shoulder. "Does this mean you will let us have another date soon?" She asked.

"I would even if you didn't." He chuckled turning around in his arms, so they are face to face, with his hands resting on her hips.

"I know. But I got to have something for trade. Are you ready?" She said, with a smile.

He nodded, and prepared to speak to those souls long gone. Looking deep into the Goddess and Death's eyes to be pulled into their depths.

(Crows)

They flew fast, a majority of them forgetting about the windows and hitting the glass, forgetting which windows were open to allow them in, in their haste to enter the Crow Fathers home. It took them a minute to enter the home. And made a beeline for the shrine where the Crow Father sat, the runes on the floor glowing a haunting purple, his eye no longer blue, but black. He was stil in the void.