Following the death of God, war breaks out between the pantheons, leaving violence and politics to determine who will take the title "King of Kings"
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God Complex plays on the interesting similarities and differences from the wor...
Hel sits alone in a dark room lit only by candles that melt away in the mouths of painted skulls. Despite being built for her, the ceiling is too low and the walls are too close. Hel spends this night like any other, cleaning her rifle and listening to music. On occasion, she stops polishing her weapon to think about what her comrades are up to. To think about what Thanatos, in particular, is up to.
Music never helps. Because there's often a stray lyric or a melody that reminds her of him. Or both of them. Together. Sometimes it hurts. It always does. But she listens anyway. It's like peeling a scab.
"He looked so worried about her," Hel says to no one while remembering the face Thanatos made when he found out Nemain was hurt.
Sometimes Hel pretends it's all in her head. The way they look at each other, the passing touches from Nemain to Thanatos. She's clingy, but that's how she's always been. That's how Nemain is with everyone. Thanatos just accepts it because it isn't his nature to fight back. But would he accept Hel if she were to try touching him that way? Hel shakes her head. It's stupid to think stupid things, so why does she do it all the time?
"Nemain loves Azrael, so there's no way." Hel turns up the volume.
Even with the music blaring in her ears she can hear, or rather, feel the gentle knock on her door. As she stands she takes out her earbuds, but can still hear the loud music. Hel yanks the door open.
"What do you want?" Hel regrets her harsh tone. "S-Supay? Sir!?"
Hel drops to her knees before the grizzled killer. Even on her knees, she's still much taller than Supay.
"What can I do for you, sir?"
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Supay's eyes peer out from the mass of wrinkles that comprise his face as his jaw works itself from side to side for a moment, punctuated in time by the light tapping of his pickaxe against the ground.
"It's Azrael." As expected of a master he wastes no time mincing words. "Try as he might he can't hide how excited he is for this upcoming job. This isn't about money, it's something else. Something that can cost him. And considering who he was, and what he knows, that could cost us."
"Figures," Hel scoffs her reply. "He could barely contain himself the other night. My guess is he has some history with the target."
"Possibly." Supay sighs and Hel can almost hear the coal bounce around in his lungs. "I'm going as insurance. My bones are aching, means I'll need to clean up after him. I want you to come as well. Your talents may prove necessary."
"R-really? You mean that?" Hel fights back the urge to blush. "I'd be honored to follow you out into the field."
"Excellent." Supay nods and turns his body at the same time. "We leave at dawn."
He makes it maybe one or two steps before stopping and speaking again.
"Oh, and could you keep this between the two of us? Not even that little 'girlfriend' of his should know...understand?" A cough carries several chuckles before Supay continues. "Desperation brings out the truth in men. It's about time we learn how committed our little cadet really is."
