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If you wanted to get technical, he wasn't breaking the rules. The realm of dreams was his realm, this was his domain. His new son was still young, an infant even, just a few months old. Somnia loved his mother dearly. No one could have predicted that the moment she left the hospital, she was going to die by the hands of the Yakuza. A stray bullet and a victim of circumstance, that was such a horrible tragedy. He personally delivered his son to his grandparents. It was nice to see that they really cared for the infant and loved him greatly. It had particularly been traumatic for the aging couple to loose their daughter and it tore at his heart. She had such a brilliant future ahead of her and she was quite the dreamer. She had big plans and was going places. He had met her at the university, studying hard and working diligently, it was her mind that he loved. Gently, he brushed a few strands of hair away from the infants face. Somnia could tell that he was happy, having a good dream. There was a coo and a sigh of contentment, it made his heart jump. He placed a kiss atop of the infants head before shimmering out of existence. “Good night, Kanta, my son.” He whispered before his form vanished.

The night life in Tokyo was brilliant. There were dreams, yes, but as of right now the gods mind wasn't presently on his job. As he walked, mortals around him fell asleep and the moment he passed, they woke up and continued on as if nothing had happened. He stopped at a bridge over looking the river, his eyes scanned the horizon, he was thinking about his son. For once, he didn't care about what was going on in that stupid war or how many demi-gods he would be harassing back at Camp Jupiter. Some of them deserved it, others he tortured with the dreams of lost loved ones that they would never see again. To have this girl ripped from his hands just at the birth of their child, the thought made him mad. Someone had better feel lucky that he didn't know who had done the killing or who had ordered the hit if that was even likely. The moment he found out, that person would have been deprived of sleep. Somnia would give him horrible dreams till the day he died. Maybe a week or so of being deprived of sleep and that idiot would go into severe hallucinations and eventually die. The bastard deserved becoming the chew toy of Cerbreus. Somnia made a mental note to speak to his uncle about that when he got the next chance.

Somnia sat down on a stool at a ramen shop. There was a cold nip in the air, and while he didn't particularly have the need to eat, he couldn't not stop where there was a tantalizing smell. He ordered a special and grabbed a pair of chop sticks. He rolled the wood around his hand, getting rid of any splinters that might assault his mouth. If he could drool, he would have. A large bowl was placed in front of him as he took a bite. Some day he'd have to bring his children here as a treat. Not that he cared what Jupiter thought anyways. This place had tender meat, fresh vegetables and hand made noodles and broth. Though the company was, lacking to say the least, he silently ate his meal in peace. Somnia savored the spicy and flavorful bowl with gusto. He gently wiped his face with a napkin before adding only just a splash of soy sauce to the bowl. Enough to bring out the flavor but not enough to over power it. He then ordered a side of dumplings to go with it. There was a bite of cold air as someone pushed the curtain back, entering into the little shop. Another mortal, just great, Somnia couldn't help but roll his eyes.

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Touch the Skies

Words: 470

Tag: Somnia

Notes: Well this has been open a while...

Accidental deaths from a bullet where not always the prettiest to deal with, and a young mother just leaving the hospital? Mors rather disliked his job at times, funny how so many demigods blamed immortals for not helping when every time they would try to Mors made sure to get his way in the end. Death had to come, even the lyric Apollo's hand spun poems would not sway him. Mercury he most certainly allowed all the leeway the god requested, he helped him so often. All he wanted was to be the one to take his children to the underworld, should he make a stop or two on the way was not a concern of Mors'. He made sure the innocent suffered no pain as he collected their souls. Separating them from their body early if possible, and if they had no chance of survival. This girl, this woman had no chance of survival. Even in front of the hospital. Invisible to all he slipped her soul out shortly before the pain of the bullet ate into her flesh. He allowed her to witness her son taken away by his father, into the same arms of her own parents. Final requests were an easy way to keep people from attempting to escape him.

That was months ago, and as the day moved so did lives. Mors and his butterflies worked tirelessly, and the job seemed easier in asian cultures. They seemed to not fear death as much as others, and many more knew of the symbolic meaning of a butterfly. He did enjoy when mythology was so tightly integrated in a culture, possibly because the existence of the gods in the United States seemed to be overshadowed and over looked except for a select few. The camps, and mortals who worshiped them often individually.

Something piqued Mors' interest. He could feel the slight power, and the sudden variance of death clocks as people fell into a sleep only to wake as nothing happened. There was a high chance of being his family, and he stepped through a shadow or to to close the distance. He was still hidden, only Mercury was better than he at it. Perhaps that helm as well, but certainly not Pluto. Death was sudden, light, and quiet. Hadn't he spent so many years not waking his brother? Pushing aside the small curtain he entered the stall as a normal person would, his blond hair tumbling down slightly as he was forced to duck. ”Nephew, indulging a bit in the realm of existence?” quietly he sat on a chair, speaking languages was one thing, and was forced to speak every language in his travels. He could hear and understand, reading on the other hand was a bit more tricky. At any rate he ordered the special.

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Somnia wasn't much one for stiff drinks, but right now he felt like he could really use one. There were times when he wished he could be more like his uncle, distant, easily able to separate emotions from himself. But he wouldn't be the man or god he was if he could. That's what made him better than the olympians, He embraced the fact that he had mortal like tendencies. After all, he was one of the ones that mingled so closely with mortals. His family, while they were "gods", they were older than most of the olympians. Some were older than that titans if he remembered correctly. He had some of the worst luck when it came to women, but it's better to love for a brief time then to never know the feeling what so ever. He worked hard to make sure that his children knew that he loved them. There was nothing worse than a parent that made their children feel like they had to prove they were worth affection. It didn't work like that when it came to parents and family. That love was unconditional and everlasting. It was a shame that there were parents out there like that, mortal and immortal alike.

He enjoyed the sound of popping oil as the cook deposited the dumplings into a hot wok of oil. Somnia looked up only briefly to acknowledge that his uncle had sat down beside him. There was the tantalizing smell of pork and chicken along with the crisping smell of the wrapper of the dumpling. "Good evening, Uncle. The special is quite extraordinary today." He commented, taking a pair of chopsticks from the jar and handing it to his uncle. Mors, the lord of death, someone whom Somnia looked up to more than his own father even, his uncle. There was more than just a immortal bond between the two, they were family. Somnia would do anything for his family. He would kill, and he had, on more than one occasion. They contributed the deaths to simple heart failure, but Somnia knew the truth. They simply didn't wake up. He had waited many years to get revenge on the man that killed his son nearly forty years ago. He terrified the man in his dreams and you know as they say, if you die in your dreams, you die in life. It was a sweet savory revenge.

"A little indulgence from time to time is warranted. Even amongst those that always work and have little time for rest or vacation." It was true, he worked at the job he was given relentlessly. It was times when he could visit his children without interruption, without interference from that ozone sniffing blowhard. "Oh I have a request, if you would care to lend a listening ear...." Somnia was cut off as his plate of dumplings was put in front of him. "feel free to take a few." Somnia said, waving his hand in a motion over the steaming hot dumplings.

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Touch the Skies

Words: 449

Tag: Somnia

Notes: rawr

Family was important, more important than anything else to Mors. They were with you from bith until death, if at all possible. Considering immortals didn't die the point was a bit more stretched and seemed to wear thin if not at all in the existence of some immortals. A pity really, the children in camp were rather interesting to talk to. He was glad to see Apollo taking a small interest in his families lives again, Mercury always did, and Mars had his own unique way of showing he cared. Discordia was something else entirely, as most of the female gods tended to be. Trivia and her hidden agenda's, Venus and her...whatever she did. He was still unsure of that woman. His sister he could peg on just about any day of the week, and despite all the things she had done, and even torturing his granddaughter, he loved her. The same that he loved Gunnar's mother, though she tore his soul with that accursed whip. How he hated stygian iron. Here his nephew sat, and he could see it in his posture. None hid their emotions like he could, except Mercury and Apollo. Mercury seemed to out do him in a lot of things really, but that was simply how things were. He did have better control over souls and time of death. Those where his true specialties.

Somnia was truly his nephew, that love he held for family. Though for the most part they handled it a bit differently, perhaps because he could. A single time, if at all possible, he would let his children scathe past him. Sometimes with the excuse of being preoccupied with something else, some times it wasn't his own loves he would do it for. He knew how his own family could have such soft hearts, something they got from him. He was deeply sorry for that, but for a time or two he helped someone his children cared about in their stead. Not often, perhaps once every century or so, but he would turn a blind eye to the death of someone who wasn't a direct descendent.

“Thank you.” he never ate much, to the dismay of Mercury and Trivia, however he did enjoy a sample or two of food. Rolling the chop sticks around in his palms he wasn't too concerned about splinters, it was more of the ritual of it. He had sampled some of the best foods, thanks to Mercury and his escapades, but he never grew tire of trying new things. “I am always willing to lend an ear nephew” The term favorite nephew was of course implied, though it was sometimes said aloud that wasn't often.

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