"Death." Makaria spoke louder than she had this entire time. Her eyes brightened a little. She liked her purpose in life. She dealt with death. She would always be tied to her father in doing so. They were together for a reason. She was his daughter for a reason. She didn't need springtime or flowers or anything of the sort.
"I deal with blessed death. Those lucky souls that do not burn forever, or lose all their memories, or get lost for the rest of their time. I go to the mortal plain, wait for them to die, harvest their souls lead them to judgement, stand and wait for them to be judged just in case they are judged a different way, and those that pass judgement correctly are lead by me to the Isles of the Blessed. Paradise. Heaven as some might call it." Makaria smiled.
"Oh, I know it might be a little gloomy down here but.. Well, I have a really good job. And I get to work with dad.. And. Well how many people get to say they can make someone's after life happy? I mean not always and it's not like I get to choose for them but.. I think I get the better end of the stick than Thanatos. And I don't have to deal with murderers or anything like that." She beamed just a little.
She was actually really glad to talk about something that she knew really really well.