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“Wait.”
Death can't help but comply. It turns and locks eyes with Cruel, then Cruel’s eyes drift-- looking over the shapeless form of death with annoyance evident on his face. Death snorts, shown through his fog gyrating subtly, Cruel has no way of knowing what the action means and his eyes narrow. In heaven you can get your every wish, Cruel wished to be more expressive and to stop death in its tracks.
‘They really aren't anything alike.’
The fog begins to lift up and Death rests his feet on the clouds, Cruel caught it at the time of passing between worlds. If it was anyone else Death wouldn't have bothered to stop… but there just might be something here. Cruel glances up from its feet and glares just above its head
‘That's a little bit too high…’
Death could change its form for their eyes to meet when the fog lifts, but this will be much funnier.
“Deon-”
Cruel pauses as if just that one word winded him, as if you can be ‘winded’ in heaven.
“-Didn't deserve that…. Please allow me to take on his Karma.”
Death frowns, what a boring answer, it returns its face to a neutral expression before the fog fully lifts.
“I do not have the power to do that.”
They stare at each other in silence, Cruels face wrinkling to show hate, hate, hate, and then steadfast determination. Yes, Death decides, They are definitely brothers.
“You must be able to do something.”
“I cannot, I am a concept.”
Crossed arms suddenly and slowly protrude out of Death's torso. Cruel frowns as if that's the answer he expected, then scowls as he finally notices the amusement clear in Deaths many voices.
“A concept with power.”
Death shrugs, its shoulders making themselves clear.
“Even if I could do something, it's too late… he's well into his next life.”
The clouds under and between them disperse, showing a scene of figures gathered around a tree. When it looks back to Cruel he is already crying
“How… he just… he just left.”
Death frowns, it wasn't exactly ecstatic with its profession either, but to not say the word even when faced with Death? How did this asshole get into heaven? Death glances back down now and the tree is alone and covered in snow.
“Time isn't reliable for things like us.”
Deaths face contorts into a mockery of melancholy and amusement, then lands on a slightly smiling face.
“...time…”
Cruel mumbles absentmindedly, then he looks up and with a slight frown and silent tears states.
“If time could rewind, if he knew the feeling of our parent's blood on his hands then he wouldn't do it again.”
Death's smile widens, both at the fact Cruel thought he was eligible to share hopeless thoughts with Death and that he might not have as much work in the future, or would it be past? It drops through the clouds, body now human enough that vapor can't hold it. It lands in a tree singing in time with the raindrops, she startles but doesn't let it fall through her branches and leaves. Death smiles and starts with
“That human…”