Snippet #1140607

Danse Mors laughed with such force that he felt as if his host was splitting at the seams. He threw his head back, clutching his side, unable to contain the uncontrollable and joyous absurdity of it all. With a strange delight in his step, he swept over to Maisie, keeping his eye on Quagmire. In their true form and being, Infinitous had always mildly impressed Death but in this host, he couldn’t only help but be amused. The true architect of the universe was sputtering like a common mad scientist. “Why don’t I?” he said, hoping to break the spell that both Maisie and Cassius were under. “You’re right you know. I can’t really kill a god but you don’t seem to realize, Quack-I mean Quagmire, that I don’t really kill anything. I’m not the god of killing, murder, disease or whatever suitable deity that actually puts the little trembly things in my hands!” He knelt down to inhabit the same level as Maisie, speaking close to her ear. “I’ve never told anyone this…”he said, more to Maisie than Quagmire, “but Fortune has given me a lot of business over the years. When Fortune does not favor, those little trembly things fall at my feet,” he turns to Quagmire, to include him in his point, venom dripping in his tone, “I claim these little infants and guide them to the great abyss, heaven, hell and every other name they have for it. I take them from a place of being to a place of unbeing. I suppose it’s easy to misunderstand the great art that is Me… but no, I can’t bring a god to the place of unbeing…” he laughs again, but mournfully. He shakes his head, overcome in grief. “I give comfort from immortality but we don’t get that comfort, do we?” he snaps bitterly, tone rising along with his uneven temper, “Or a cage! How about that?! Isn’t that what we do with our own kind? Why don’t I stick our little Goddess inside a cage because I just don’t like her!” He charges towards Quagmire as if to attack, teeth clenched together in a brief moment of rage but the moment dissi