SPoots
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OK, continuing on, here is the later half of the story. In between the last moment and this, the Dullahan goes to collect a soul only to find that the angel of death Azrael has turned up for it already. Queue moment of squabbling and bickering between psychopomps. The dead woman, Alice, then turns down both of them in favour of travelling the world as a spirit.
I'm a bit worried about this as I feel it ends a bit preachy and the story is a bit light on plot.
If anyone wants to read the full thing, message me and I'll be happy to send it over.
Grim Reapers cont.
“What do you mean ‘no thanks’?” The Dullahan said. “You are dead. This is the end. It is time for you to move on.”
“And what if I don’t?” She said. “Because I have to say, neither of you make it sound too appealing.”
The Clurichaun coughed. “Well, sometimes your soul will be blown around the world by the winds. Or you will walk all over the Earth without rest. Traditionally, people carry an ember in a turnip to light their way, which always struck me as a damn waste of a root vegetable.”
Again Alice looked thoughtful. Then she nodded. “Alright, I’ll take that.” She turned and walked towards the door. “I don’t suppose I’ll need my coat will I? Seems a bit strange to travel for eternity in my pyjamas.”
The two entities of death stared after her. Then they turned and stared at each other. Azrael blinked. The next second, the Clurichaun had to dive out of the way as they each tried to make it out of the door first, getting stuck in the frame in a mass of black wings and coat tails.
“What do you mean ‘You’ll take that’?” The Dullahan cried after her.
“Just what I said.” Alice said, striding down the hall. “Should I lock up after myself, do you think? I swear, you didn’t have to burst all the doors open and leave the place like this. Thieves could get in.” She stopped mid-stride and a slow smile spread over her face. Then she turned ninety degrees and stepped out through the wall.
“Learns fast, that one.” Noted the Clurichaun. He sighed as, once again, Azrael and the Dullahan tried to race after her, only succeeding in getting in one another’s way. He followed the squabbling pair out into the street, searching around his person in case he happened to have another bottle.
“But you are bound for paradise.” Azrael called after Alice, who was now floating an inch or so above the tarmac road. “Why would you turn away from that to wander the Earth forever? It is a curse, a torment to be so cast out and forgotten.”
Alice paused. She turned slowly in the air and the look on her face brought all three of the beings following her up short. “I’ll tell you what’s a torment.” She said, her voice low and dangerous. “To be born into this world, so full of amazing things and places and people and food, to be born here, and then have no way to experience it.” She spread her arms out to the sky and twirled in a circle. “In all my life, short as it was, I only ever went as far away as Paris. Once. When I was five. Now I’m free. Free from finances and time and people and responsibilities and you tell me to walk away from that opportunity? That I should go to my rest content?” She jabbed a finger up at the sky. “I’ll go when I’m good and ready. In the meantime, which way is America? I’ve got a Grand Canyon to see.”
She rose up in the air, but before she could go much higher than the first floor of the surrounding buildings, a pair of wings, their feathers as dark as the night sky, opened before her.
“You would spurn me!” Azrael thundered. “I am an angel! Your time has come and you will come to your rest!”
Alice looked at him, unimpressed. “Make me.”
“What?”
“I said, make me.” Alice crossed her arms. “I don’t think you can, can you? Mr high and mighty. You’re just a functionary at the end, ferrying us all from point A to point B. You’re like an uber driver, really. You can’t exactly tie me up and force me to take your taxi. Although I admit, I have met drivers who would probably be willing to give it a try.”
“Miss O’Neil.” The Dullahan said, rising up to join them, his coat flaring out behind him. “You must come with me. If you do not take your place aboard my coach, you risk becoming sluagh. A mindless spirit of hunger, driven in torment upon the winds.”
For a moment, Alice looked pale even for a ghost. Then her jaw tensed and she looked back down at the Clurichaun. “You said there are other grim reapers, yes?”
“Hmm? Oh yes, tons. They’re all over the place.” The Clurichaun said.
She nodded. “Very well. When I get tired of this world, when I am ready to move on, I’m sure I won’t have trouble finding one who can help me.”
“You would forsake your right in favour of another deliverer?” The Dullahan gasped.
“You would forsake a guardian of the righteous?” Azrael said, similarly stunned.
She patted Azrael on the cheek and tried to do the same for the Dullahan, but settled for a hand on the shoulder instead. “You two seem to think it’s the journey that’s the important part.” She said. “But you can’t forget, the destination is the reason you went in the first place. And now, if you’ll excuse me, I have a few destinations in mind myself. Cheerio.”
The Dullahan and Azrael descended back to the ground, watching as the shade of Alice O’Neil disappeared into the night time sky. Neither of them looked at each other. After a while, Azrael began to fidget.
“The higher ups won’t be happy about this.” He said.
“I’m going to be the laughing stock of the fey.” The Dullahan said. He made a half-hearted attempt to straighten his coat, but gave up.
“What do we do now?”
“Lads, lads, lads.” The Clurichaun walked up to them and clapped them both on the back, or as high up as he could reach, which caused Azrael to jump. “You’ve both been turned down by a lady. In such cases, there is only one thing left to do.” He grinned up at their confusion. “Allow me to introduce you to a few spirits of my acquaintance.”
I'm a bit worried about this as I feel it ends a bit preachy and the story is a bit light on plot.
If anyone wants to read the full thing, message me and I'll be happy to send it over.
Grim Reapers cont.
“What do you mean ‘no thanks’?” The Dullahan said. “You are dead. This is the end. It is time for you to move on.”
“And what if I don’t?” She said. “Because I have to say, neither of you make it sound too appealing.”
The Clurichaun coughed. “Well, sometimes your soul will be blown around the world by the winds. Or you will walk all over the Earth without rest. Traditionally, people carry an ember in a turnip to light their way, which always struck me as a damn waste of a root vegetable.”
Again Alice looked thoughtful. Then she nodded. “Alright, I’ll take that.” She turned and walked towards the door. “I don’t suppose I’ll need my coat will I? Seems a bit strange to travel for eternity in my pyjamas.”
The two entities of death stared after her. Then they turned and stared at each other. Azrael blinked. The next second, the Clurichaun had to dive out of the way as they each tried to make it out of the door first, getting stuck in the frame in a mass of black wings and coat tails.
“What do you mean ‘You’ll take that’?” The Dullahan cried after her.
“Just what I said.” Alice said, striding down the hall. “Should I lock up after myself, do you think? I swear, you didn’t have to burst all the doors open and leave the place like this. Thieves could get in.” She stopped mid-stride and a slow smile spread over her face. Then she turned ninety degrees and stepped out through the wall.
“Learns fast, that one.” Noted the Clurichaun. He sighed as, once again, Azrael and the Dullahan tried to race after her, only succeeding in getting in one another’s way. He followed the squabbling pair out into the street, searching around his person in case he happened to have another bottle.
“But you are bound for paradise.” Azrael called after Alice, who was now floating an inch or so above the tarmac road. “Why would you turn away from that to wander the Earth forever? It is a curse, a torment to be so cast out and forgotten.”
Alice paused. She turned slowly in the air and the look on her face brought all three of the beings following her up short. “I’ll tell you what’s a torment.” She said, her voice low and dangerous. “To be born into this world, so full of amazing things and places and people and food, to be born here, and then have no way to experience it.” She spread her arms out to the sky and twirled in a circle. “In all my life, short as it was, I only ever went as far away as Paris. Once. When I was five. Now I’m free. Free from finances and time and people and responsibilities and you tell me to walk away from that opportunity? That I should go to my rest content?” She jabbed a finger up at the sky. “I’ll go when I’m good and ready. In the meantime, which way is America? I’ve got a Grand Canyon to see.”
She rose up in the air, but before she could go much higher than the first floor of the surrounding buildings, a pair of wings, their feathers as dark as the night sky, opened before her.
“You would spurn me!” Azrael thundered. “I am an angel! Your time has come and you will come to your rest!”
Alice looked at him, unimpressed. “Make me.”
“What?”
“I said, make me.” Alice crossed her arms. “I don’t think you can, can you? Mr high and mighty. You’re just a functionary at the end, ferrying us all from point A to point B. You’re like an uber driver, really. You can’t exactly tie me up and force me to take your taxi. Although I admit, I have met drivers who would probably be willing to give it a try.”
“Miss O’Neil.” The Dullahan said, rising up to join them, his coat flaring out behind him. “You must come with me. If you do not take your place aboard my coach, you risk becoming sluagh. A mindless spirit of hunger, driven in torment upon the winds.”
For a moment, Alice looked pale even for a ghost. Then her jaw tensed and she looked back down at the Clurichaun. “You said there are other grim reapers, yes?”
“Hmm? Oh yes, tons. They’re all over the place.” The Clurichaun said.
She nodded. “Very well. When I get tired of this world, when I am ready to move on, I’m sure I won’t have trouble finding one who can help me.”
“You would forsake your right in favour of another deliverer?” The Dullahan gasped.
“You would forsake a guardian of the righteous?” Azrael said, similarly stunned.
She patted Azrael on the cheek and tried to do the same for the Dullahan, but settled for a hand on the shoulder instead. “You two seem to think it’s the journey that’s the important part.” She said. “But you can’t forget, the destination is the reason you went in the first place. And now, if you’ll excuse me, I have a few destinations in mind myself. Cheerio.”
The Dullahan and Azrael descended back to the ground, watching as the shade of Alice O’Neil disappeared into the night time sky. Neither of them looked at each other. After a while, Azrael began to fidget.
“The higher ups won’t be happy about this.” He said.
“I’m going to be the laughing stock of the fey.” The Dullahan said. He made a half-hearted attempt to straighten his coat, but gave up.
“What do we do now?”
“Lads, lads, lads.” The Clurichaun walked up to them and clapped them both on the back, or as high up as he could reach, which caused Azrael to jump. “You’ve both been turned down by a lady. In such cases, there is only one thing left to do.” He grinned up at their confusion. “Allow me to introduce you to a few spirits of my acquaintance.”