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Death’s Soliloquy

You know, I’ve been around for a very long time.

My purpose was and is a simple one. I exist to guide what once was into the great beyond, the what will be, if you will.

Every day of your mortal lives, I am working, watching, travelling silently among you.

Sometimes, I linger. Other times, I do not.

I don’t decide my timetable. I am neither cruel nor hateful. I do not steal life, nor do I feast upon it like some glutted animal. I am not the source of ailments or hunger or conflict. You can attribute those things to the other horsemen, and more importantly to Man. We do not sow that which we embody. Man calls us. And we come, because we must. It is our Duty.

And before you get any ideas, I don’t inflict myself on others. I come when I must, and I perform my Duty. That has always been my purpose, and for all I know, it always will be. Or perhaps the time will come when I can retire and pass this burden to another with the birth of a new world and a new creation. Who can say? It is one of those “great mysteries” that you mortals love to ponder so much.

I am content with my lot. I am seen every day, but so few of you mortals recognize me or even talk to me. It is both blessing and curse, I suppose. The Veil, I mean. You know, I honestly think humans are the reason the Veil exists in the first place. Not that it was placed as some punishment, but because man reached a point where he simply feared the spiritual. So many men think fear is essential in life. It pushes one to great acts that may seem otherwise impossible to achieve. And, indeed, in that way fear can be very useful. But like any tool or naturally occurring phenomenon, it can also be exploited. I suppose over time, it has also served as a necessary defense mechanism, but we can discuss that later.

You know, I honestly think that’s what comprises the veil most, exploitation. The idea that man must rely on himself alone, pushing their will over everything else. And like the sudden cough of a combustion engine, the smog of their will bursts from them to clog the ether.

It’s perfectly harmless on its own, but magnify that expulsion by billions upon billions and, well, you can barely see the hand in front of your face at that point. The only thing I’ve noticed that’s strong enough to cut through it is a pure, unwavering faith, the kind that’s not forced or thrust by the will of others, but born of devotion and love gained through personal experience and hard work. That, or a complete openness and acceptance that borders on the divine.

I had many wonderful conversations with the one you call Terry Pratchett before I came for that most important visit. He was such a one as I listed above. I like to believe he fell a little under both exceptions to the Veil. Much of our discussions wound their way into his work. I quite liked his portrayal of me. The idea of searching for meaning, a chance to experience joy and life as humans do. Yes, I very much approve of the world he crafted, a world where the ideas that mortals seem to cling to with such certainty and passion can be thrown on their heads in an instant and leave them to ponder, to wonder, and perhaps to think openly and clearly for the first time in their lives. Perhaps, one day, he will be able to do so in a reality that he forges in that great beyond, rather than in written word and the portals of his mind. Yes, I would not mind knowing such a Death, nor travelling such a world.

Ah, but of course, it would have to wait until my Duty is complete in this cycle of the Eternal Round.

Now, then, where was I?

Ah, yes. I was talking of Man and his perceptions. Many think me to be cruel. They beg me to send them back or allow them to remain. Some run. Occasionally, they are allowed to return, their time extended by the higher power that I serve. Others are allowed to linger, because their will is simply that strong. Among those, sadly, many grow angry at the living and lose their way. They forget who and what they are, so warped by that expulsion of certainty that others do not deserve the time they have been given in life. Those sensations of anger, jealousy, and rage fester and decay until their hosts are little more than husks driven and bound by these emotions’ whims. It is a sad fate, one that I wish to help as many as I can to avoid. But it is also why the Veil is there. It protects Man from these aberrations, and from those other forces that seek to manipulate or harm them directly. Ah, but that war is one in which I must remain neutral until the end. Until that time, I must attend to my Duty.

Which brings me to today.

Ah, yes. Today, I face a different challenge in the form of a, “Woke” generation, I believe they are called. A pale rider on a pale horse is not often welcome, and I have been called by many names as a result. Words that are untrue, born of grief, of regret, of countless losses in opportunities and actions that can no longer be performed or seized. I have faced this in many generations before. It, too, is a part of the Eternal Round. I cannot even begin to count the number of -ists and -obics that I have been called over the years as I helped these spirits to accept their ends. It is my hope to guide them to a new beginning, one that can be beyond such petty grievances and pains that Man has inflicted and accrued over the course of their existence.

For many, I succeed. For some few, I am ashamed to say that I fail, and I must leave these spirits to their fates and the hands and voices of others to sooth or manipulate as the spirit wills.

It brings me great joy when my Duty calls me to one of these after finally being led to accept what they would not before. And I am glad to have them ride with me. It is in this instance that my paleness no longer offends or inflicts fear. It is in this instance where I can experience for a few fleeting moments that joy of friendship, of brotherhood that Man both embodies and rejects so readily. Some apologize. Others are merely silent as they lean into my back and hold my waist. We both know the truth, and so there is no need for them to speak. I give them a final ride, and then usher them unto that great beyond.

But, as ever, it must be their choice to take that final step. I often wave and smile reassuringly to them, and that puts those who see my true nature at ease, a well wishing to bolster their courage in this final sendoff. I cannot pass beyond those portals myself. Not yet.

I have a unique memory. It allows me to see what my passengers were, who they were. But more importantly, it allows me to see who and what they can become. It is that sight, more than any other, that motivates me most. Indeed, I believe I can say, with absolute certainty, it is that very sight that motivates all the heavenly hosts you mortals have called upon and invoked and personified throughout your lives.

Man needs faith, because without it, miracles and wonders truly would cease, and that beautiful potential I see every day will become smaller, smaller, smaller still, until it withers away to dust scattered across the empty void from which their matter was first organized and formed.

I cannot judge. That is not my place.

But I do know, because I can read their lives, all lives. And whether they be sentenced to paradise or a hell of their own making, I will be there to help them onward to that next step.

I always have been from the day of Man’s fall, whether that be because of one God or many gods or one Devil or many devils or the will of Man himself.

And I await the day when I will no longer be needed, when my purpose ends and I can finally say, It is done.

And what will become of me after? Well, who among you can say? My vision, my memory, if you will, reveals their potential and their lives, but it does not necessarily apply to my own existence.

Still, I like to hope that those who went before me will be waiting to guide me as I did them, and to welcome me with open arms into that Eternity beyond those gates. Myself, and my fellow riders, to usher us into the end of the cycle and the beginning of something new.

Until then, I will fulfill my Duty. After all, I am Death. I can wait.

The End

BTS 4 Horse men (Hyung Line)

Summary : The empire of human race started falling.Everything seemed to displace as if it was a sign from the above.When everything on earth turned into chaos. 4 men stepped down on earth and witnessed what they have done. Living in a human world, where they hated, only to wait and see everything collapsed, a strange event then occured. A girl appeared in front of their door...

ps. BTS hyung line x Child reader : For a first time I want to write this kind of thing.

Inspo : ‘Namjoon eager to be a father.’ in one of the live. (I forgot this thing hang around my draft for a long time now.)

Kim Namjoon : War 

- A hot-headed guy. However, he was a big bad dad for you in a good way. When your presence was in front of their door, he was the stiff one and not fond of the idea of raising a ‘human’ child.

- He is the best dad you can ask for. You don’t know what happens to your real parents, but you love your family. After living with you for years and seeing you grow up in front of his eyes makes him change his point of view toward human and not to mention how protective he can get with you.

- One of the geniuses on this earth. He taught you everything since you were an infant. When you were younger, he was so strict toward you to the point you cried that day. Jhope scolded him for that.

- Afterward, he tried his best to be gentle. You then grew less afraid toward him. Your bond with him gets better. He is now your big bad dad with a soft spot for you and you’re his lovely holy child.

Kim Seokjin : Famine

- Suppose to be a dad, but want to be your uncle instead. He was the calmest person out of 4 of them. He told Jhope to send the child to the foster house. However, they remembered that most of the world was a ruin.

- A chef that feeds a little one, you. He will make sure every meal is delicious and full of nutrients in order t- “Growing up and have a beautiful face like me.” a/n: “Jin, you shouldn’t interrupt the author nim.”

- Seeing the other people in pain because of huger was his favorite thing. However, with you, he will kill anyone who dares to starve his precious niece. One time, Yoongi forgot to put a lunch box in your backpack. That day, believe it or not, he scolded Yoongi and sit that guy in the corner of the house like a little kid.

- When you grow up, he shares many recipes with you. Both of you will sometimes end up in the kitchen. Having a battle. That becomes an uncle-niece thing for you both.

Jung Hoseok : Pestilence

- “Wait, why there’s a child in front of our house?” He picked you up and looked at you. “Aigooooooo, poor baby, you are cute. Hobi is going to take care of you.” And this guy decided to bring you in. Didn’t care about Yoongi’s glare or Namjoon’s protest.

- With Jin agreed after Jhope begged him, those two couldn’t do anything. That day you became a child of 4 horsemen. Jhope would always look after you with eyes full of gentleness. No one understands him at first until you start growing.

- The one, who can end this world by using his ‘fetal diseases’ curse, will be upset and worry every time you catch a cold or scratch yourself with something unintentionally. Like the above, when Namjoon to strict with you and nearly hurt you, he scolded the war god and almost punched that guy.

- He is your happy uncle because you always see his smile. Sometimes he will sneak you out of the house to send you to your ballet school. The other find out about you dance because Jhope drags them to one of your performance. After the show, all of them run to you and act as the proud dads.

Min Yoongi : Death

- ‘Suga’ was the first word you call him. It was a day when you were so young and barely could speak a word. Everyone was having breakfast. When Jin put some sugar power on your pancakes, the white glitter reminded you of him. The other laughed.

- That day he was angry, but never toward you. Since then your grumpy uncle allow only you to call ‘Suga’. If other boys do, he will glare them with deathliest glare. 

- “Why am I your grumpy uncle?” He once asks since you will call the other nicely when you introduce them to someone for example your teacher. He feels a bit annoy until he hears your answer and it melts his heart. He was like a grumpy bear to you. Love dark aesthetic and always cold, but deep down you know he loves you.

- He can kill someone who hurt you if that means it will bring your lifely self back. Your smile becomes his favorite thing in the household. One day, you come home with a gloomy face because a friend in your class bullies you for have no mother. The first thing he whispers to you was “Who do I need to kill, princess?”

Author note : I forgot that this has been in my draft for so long now. I hope you enjoy this plot with lovely hyung line. It took me awhile to remember the core idea for this one. See you next time.

Hi, I have a huge hyperfixation on good omens. I made a ghost au.

Cardinal Copia is the lost Horseman, Pestilence.

The twin brother of Pollution.

He used to have white hair and both eyes were white, but now he wears a single hazel contact.

He dyed his hair to seem more human when he joined the ghost project.

Crowley hated his guts. So did Aziraphale. However, he reunited with the two very later in the story. When he presented human as the lead singer of Ghost.

He wrote *Life Eternal* after he put the pieces together that the ineffable husbands were pining.

Pushing my good omens x ghost agenda

Bonus, I am a heavy believer that Azi is trans. That there is a trans man.

The four horsemen of the apocalypse, konnor the white horseman of conquest, Mikael tarhun the red horseman of war, Salee Blackjack the black horseman of famine and Lazarus Grimwood the pale horseman of death