Snippet #1303468

Danse Mors, Death Grimaced as he spotted the group. “Are we done with the group therapy?” he sneered. He looked at each one, baring into the whites of their eyes with the intention of intimidation. “Have we all forgotten why we are here? Do we need a refresher course?” he said with a snarling undercurrent in his tone. The black cat simply sat near his feet, staring at Maisie. Danse turned to Edelia, slightly caught off guard that another god dared to show up this time. The first argument setting off the end of the first universe had not been pretty. The fact that more gods were now starting to show made him a little nervous. An emotion that did not sit well with Death. He cleared his throat to buy himself a moment. Admittedly, he had an uneasy relationship with Time. When Time had a beginning and an end, especially an end, Danse was satisfied. It was when Time was eternal, endless that he became uncomfortable. And when things became uncomfortable for Death, he did not exactly react in a positive way. “So,” he started in an unusually high-pitched tone, “decided to join the dialogue here? Pleased to see the state of the universe actually caught someone's attention...” Sarcasm was dripping from his words like venom. “I hope you realize that this isn't a knitting party! We're here to decide the fate of creation itself! Not just this stupid girl!” he snapped, pointing offhandedly at Chilili. “Who cares if she LIKES it!! She agreed to it!” his chest puffed up as he swung his arms in a grandiose fashion. Books toppled to the ground and Doom began to yowl in distress. “And you!” he said, pointing at Maisie. He drew his words out longer in her presence, simply because he had no real argument with her. She had simply appeared and offered sympathy to a girl that needed it. She had done nothing wrong. “We have a job here! I expect you to tow the line, despite how you feel!” his tone had lost their bite. His temper settled to a quiet stew much to the cat's relief.