Makaria; Goddess of Blessed Death (blessed__death) wrote in deities_dot_com, @ 2012-10-31 11:40:00 |
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Entry tags: | ~anubis, ~makaria |
Sometimes Complicated [Open]
Sometimes Makaria's job was complicated. Sometimes it was easy. Today it was complicated. She was the Goddess of Blessed Death, but that didn't necessarily mean the souls themselves were ready to make their trip to the underworld. Sometimes they liked to give her a run for her money, or in this case, enjoyed cat and mouse more than anything else in the world. In his youth, Phillip had been a sprinter. Old age had robbed him of his ability to run at all. His hips had failed him, he had arthritis. So the moment life had passed out of him and he was free of his body.
Well.
"Where the Hades did he go?" Makaria scowled at nothing. He HAD been right there. She'd just been saying hello.
This was not going to be fun. The problem was that it WAS fun for Phillip. He could run. He could just go and go and go. And every time Makaria slipped out of concept and back into the world she'd gain ground on him only to lose him again.
"You HAVE to come with me Phillip! It's kind of just what happens stop running!" Gah.