Legend of the soul reaper

The meeting. P.l

Four beings stood in front of a small old 1980 box set tv in a small white room. The tv was set to a news channel.
All of them were silent as the news reporter began her topic.

"shocking news! Scientists say that the human population has increased by 75% in the last 4 years, while car accidents are becoming more frequent, not one has been confirmed to be fatal.
Scientists are beginning to wonder and worry as to why nobody has yet to "kick the bucket" in the last 12 years."

Mason reached out to the tv and switch it off.
"75 percent!" He began, "75 percent, Lorea!? He repeated loudly.
"Hey! Don't blame all of this on me, Cupid did half the work!" Lora protested, keeping her ground.
"Yes, but keeping the population stable is one thing, going to 75% increase is too far!" The two battled words while the rest watched their argument.
"Mason, lorea, relax!"
The two paused and turned to the man who interrupted there fight.
"Said the guy who was suppose to take care of all this!" Lora spat.
"Do not turn this around onto me," Marlo warned, "I've stated this once and I'll state it again, I do not have enough magic to play the roll of two gods! Not anymore at least."
"What do you mean "not anymore" mason asked. "You've been able to substitute the role of death for 72 years, why now are you so concerned?"
Marlo hesitated to answer before coming through with,
"I don't have the time multitask anymore, I'm running out of fatality magic anyway and l have my own problems of being the creator of magic enough as it is, your going to  have to find a replacement for me, I can't role play another god."
"And how do you suppose we do that?" Lorea asked, "nobody but you knows how to make that fatality magic of yours and you can't just tell people your secrets."
"It's times like this when I realize that we are not a complete system." Marlo admitted,
"what do you mean?" Lorea asked. "think of it" Mason went on, "all of our to-be gods and goddesses are only still apprentices, minus the fact that there is no God of death, there's so much missing, adding the fact that the human population is is getting out of hand, and we are the only ones who can do something about it!" Marlo added.
"well the apprentice thing can only progress with time, however the human problem is undiscovered as to what will happen." the two pondered,
"speaking of which, why is there no god of death?" Mason questioned.
"Because it's not possible." Lorea said.
"A God of death can't be born." Lorea's words echoed in mason's ear, his head popped up with an idea, "but what if we found a way to make one!?"

To be continued...