Post by ELIAS ELLIOTT on Oct 29, 2023 21:53:21 GMT
━ peace is a struggle against our very nature ━
ELIAS FOUND DEATH EVENTUALLY, JUST AS he’d found Winter. Except he knew the psychic girl gave a shit about helping others, whereas Death had seemed to lose his touch. Elias had concerns. Most importantly, of course, about the virus raging through Mystic Falls, and also for these “Ghost Riders” that were erasing entire people and taking them to a phantom train station. The second one didn’t kill them, exactly, but there was no reason other beings should’ve had control over the souls in Mystic Falls like this. Death should’ve done something.
But he didn’t. He wasn’t concerned about it. The fact that he hadn’t been around already proved that, but Elias wanted to see it for himself.
Elias found himself becoming increasingly irritated throughout their conversation at some hotel bar in Charlotte. There was nobody there━not in the middle of the day, anyway━nobody to see Elias’ temper flare for the first time in what felt like years. It wasn’t just the other reapers who were incompetent, it was Death himself, too. He didn’t care.
He took out his scythe and dropped it on the bar top between them, and while the marble rattled under its weight, he merely said, “You seem to think my job is so simple, Reaper. How long has it been since I gave you this position? A year, perhaps? I am older than you could ever fathom, and yet you believe you could do this better than I can. There is nothing to be done about this virus sweeping over your town. Perhaps Pestilence would be a better wall for you to throw your accusations against.”
Elias bristled with anger, his jaw clenching to allow him to remain still. He’d already made his decision; he just needed the right moment to strike. Finally, Death spoke again, “Do you believe you could do anything differently? That you could do this job better than myself?”
Yes. Yes, of course I could. It was why he’d come to find Death, after all.
He picked up the scythe and buried it in the centre of Death’s chest, killing him instantly. No, he not only killed the horseman, he obliterated him. Death was a pile of dust in a matter of seconds, and so was the scythe in Elias’ hands.
And immediately, he knew he had to move onto the second part of his plan━finding someone with an Angel blade and a short temper. Most Angel’s seemed to be self-righteous in their own way, but there was one in particular that Elias had heard stories about━one that he was sure would make quick work of this.
Elias disappeared from the bar and reappeared where he’d tracked the Angel. It was secluded enough, though he wasn’t sure if the Angel cared. He seemed to have a knack for killing supernatural creatures, and while reapers weren’t necessarily the same, he still loved to throw off the balance. Elias thought it was poetic justice that this Angel would be the one to crown a new Death that would actually do something about restoring the natural balance.
He materialized inches from the Angel’s face, a smirk growing on his lips, one that rivalled the Angel’s scowl. “I’ve heard of you.” He said simply, and watched the Angel step back to put some distance between them. “The Angel who likes to watch creatures die━one who puts an end to them himself. You winged bastards love to imagine yourselves propped above everyone else, don’t you?” It seemed to be doing the trick. He watched the Angel chuff angrily and defend himself, though his words meant nothing to Elias.
“I hear, however, that you were never successful in removing your own spawn’s life━is that right? That you contributed to the very thing you hate.”
It didn’t take much more. The Angel blade was driven through his lower stomach, almost directly across from the spot that’d killed him and turned him into a reaper all those years ago. How poetic.
Elias grinned as the bright, blinding light gleamed from his belly, glancing down at it. His plan had worked.
He awoke somewhere between Heaven, Hell and the living plane. He felt as though he was floating for a moment, and then his feet were grounded. The moment he took in a breath (one he didn’t particularly need), Elias felt all the knowledge of Death settle in his mind. His shoes touched the solid, metal floor of the library━the one he’d only heard about━and his fingers flexed around a wooden column. When he looked down, Elias’ knuckles went white around his new scythe, and his other hand stretched out to touch one of the notebooks sitting on the shelves.
Finally, he had become Death. And he planned to make some serious changes.