Silk Roads

Chapter 13

Chapter 13: Dropped to another dimension!

May 1967
Location: Hogwarts Dungeons – Study

"Death?" Marcaunon called out as he directed his clothes into his bottomless sling shoulder bag via Magic.

"Yes Master?"

"I was wondering..." He started. "Why am I the one doing another dimension's paperwork? I thought you've already assigned a Head Reaper for each respective dimension to do it?"

"They're ordered to evacuate their dimension when a virus induced zombie apocalypse happens –and to only go back after it settles or after Life created another world to replace the previous one."

"... Wait wait wait." Marcaunon raised a brow at Death. "There's Life? I thought there only existed the Creator?"

"There is. Life and the Creator are one and the same. However Its not corporeal as I am... It just is."

"Alright...?"

Death only shrugged Its shoulders lazily and Marcaunon got the sudden urge to smack the entity. Was it that hard to give him a proper explanation?

"So when all your reapers evacuate, all the paperwork fall to me?"

"Yes. To put it bluntly, Master, the world has a 99% chance of exploding –and I would rather the Head Reaper pass his workload to Master than risk recreating all of that world's reapers."

"Can't they do it during their free time? Or wait until the very last minute?"

"The world may explode at any time, and they don't have free time, Master. Once they leave, they head to their dimension's parallel world to help their colleagues."

"... Just admit that you're being petty, Death."

It shrugged nonchalantly with a smirk on Its features. How irritating!

"Where do all the souls go if the world explodes?" Marcaunon zipped his bag and slipped it on his shoulder.

"They'll still remain in their respective realms at that dimension, though their suffering will prolong –for sinners that is. Life requires at least millennia to recreate a world –and all the living beings– from scratch."

Death followed a step behind him as he moved towards his bathroom. With a snap of Marcaunon's fingers, all of his toiletries were inside his bag. He double checked that he had not left anything (which wasn't really required since he could just conjure them) before nodding to himself.

"So each dimension has their own set of souls?"

"Yes."

"How old is my soul by the way?" He asked curiously as he tried to fight a losing battle with his hair. Perhaps a comb wasn't the most powerful of weapons...?

"As old as I am, Master." Death answered in his own mysterious way that made Marcaunon's brow twitch in what could be identified as annoyance.

"So are there souls older than you?" Death snorted inelegantly and Marcaunon raised a brow. Seeing the ethereal being in front of him snorting was weird.

"I could be considered the oldest."

"What about Life?"

"That thing can't be counted." It stated rudely as Its lips tilted downwards.

Marcaunon was the one who snorted this time. It seemed to him that Death despises the entity called Life –not surprising really. They're polar opposites.