Susan sighed and shook her head. "It has been my experience that gods are good with big things, like mountains, or sunsets, but tend to let little details slide, like a proper Realm for the Angel of Death."
A quick snap of her fingers and they were outside of Time. "Stopping Time is easy enough, one of the tricks of the trade. Changing the When and the Where, as well." The bar faded from around them, and they were in the Realm of Susan's Grandfather, the Realm of Death. What wasn't black was white. There was a rambling black manor house, trimmed in white. In a nearby pasture, a bone-white horse grazed on black grass. Black and white birds flew among black and white trees. It was a pleasantly-warm night. But Ssusan knew from experience that what looked like stars in the night sky were a myriad of universes, an uncountable number. Faster than an eyeblink, Susan was gone and back again. "Grandfather said you should feel free to visit whenever you like. He holds the same general opinion of gods and goddesses that I do."
She let them fade back into the bar called Limbo in a land known as Preya. Wizards, who usually had a complicated name for what were really simple things, called it the Traveling Now. Another snap of her fingers and they were back in Time, at the exact instant they left. "Everyone needs an actual place they can call home. That was mine when I was young, and I still think of it that way. "