Why me?... (Mors)

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The moon was up in the sky, the wind blew softly over the trees that covered the woods by the boarders between Camp Jupiter and New Rome. The woods usually was a place that common campers feared, no mater if they were demigods, the woods always had mythical creatures that none of them would have wanted to meet face to face in a mission, even less all by themselves in the pitch black darkness of the night. Some even said that not very friendly lares and zombies roamed the mystical lands of the forest. Lares were one thing, but zombies... only Pluto kin or maybe Mors ones could be able to control them and make them not kill the campers who went into the forest.

That wasn't the case of a young teen. She wasn't afraid of Lares or Zombies, maybe some creatures scared her, but not really. She was the granddaughter of the mighty angel of death. Mors was her grandfather and also the reason she was so scared of sleeping time. She didn't know how he did it, or why he did it, but whenever she closed her eyes, she saw him right in front of her, he was holding his scythe on one hand and his list on the other one. His icy blue eyes darted on her and a cold smile. He asked for her to do something she didn't want to, he wanted her to betray the camp, to use a weapon against them!

That was what Lilith really was scared of, to hurt all of them. Mors told her he would spare the life of her beloved ones, IF and only if she did as he wanted her to. So she agreed, she sworn she would do it as long as they wouldn't be hurt. After the first time she dreamt about that, she realized she was wearing a very special ring, whenever she squizzed it it turn into a huge scythe, then she knew who had given it to her. She needed to practice with it, to feel it as natural as moving her hand, but she couldn't really do it in the Mars fields.

That night she walked into the dark forest with the scythe on her hand, she had decided to practice some moves, but she would have to do it away from the other, in a place where she wouldn't fear to hurt anyone in the camp. She saw some lares looking at her, some of them fearing the weapon, she sighed and continue walking till a meadow in the middle of the forest. it was the perfect place, the moon was giving her a dim but perfect light to train. She breathed deeply and held the handle of the weapon with both hands.

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Death never slept, it always went on and it was Mors job to lead those dead to their place in the underworld. No matter the soul, mortal, demi-god, and even monsters, it was his job to keep them where they needed to be for as long as they needed to be there. Monsters was always perplexing to him, he needed to keep them in the underworld but a certain amount of time before allowing them out again. It was not a monster that brought him to the deep dark forests around Camp Jupiter, and New Rome. Human spirits had roamed for longer than what was needed around here, and while some where meant to stay to advice campers they were not meant to stay forever. The few he had come for seemed more than happy to go to rest, while some pleaded for Mors to speak with his own blood. They told him of his grandchild, whom he had not seen for some years. The last he had seen of her was when he witnessed what should have been her death. Sometimes he cursed the heart that beat so tenderly for his own family.

After accepting the promise that the souls would go where they needed in the underworld, Mors closed the shadow portal behind them. With a sigh he turned to walk in the direction the Romans had pointed him. He thought about what they had said about his legacy, the things she had spoken with them about. He knew she might have fewer friends based on claiming her, but it was also the first test to being allowed to be her friend. Mors had so few family anyways, his children did not enter double digits as some of the gods did. He wondered if looking to all of history if they ever entered the double digits. He often loved a woman till the day she died, people are hardly the same in the fields. They seemed to loose all life in more ways than one.

Stepping into a moonlight field, Mors' hair reflected the same pale light as the moon. His skin smooth and lean figure looked incredibly feminine in the light of the full moon. His black trench coat fluttered in the wind, and his long straight hair flowed lightly. It took only a moment before his granddaughter showed herself. His breath was nearly taken from him, she had grown a lot in the two years he had not seen her. He always forgot that about living mortals, and especially the young ones.

His face did not show joy, or any emotion. As always his doll like face remained still, looking incredibly pale against his black clothing. “Good evening child.” he said, speaking in his monotone voice. His habit of keeping all emotion from his face, voice, and motions may have made him intimidating.

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Lilith was holding the scythe with both hands, measuring the weigth of it in her hands. she needed to get a perfect grip of it if she wanted to use it as a weapon. She got that weapon two years before, right after the Mt.Othrys battle, it was in her hand when she woke up. But she was afraid of using it, she knew what others would think of her, she knew what would it meant if she had a thing like that. so she tried to forget that she had it, she focused on training with her bow and her arrows, she tried to keep her voice as sharp as her arrows, she knew those were her weapons, not a scythe!

But every night, Mors showed up and every night he ordered her to use the scythe. She didn't want to do it, she refused to do it for two years, but the other night he was very specific, if she didn't do it, then he would check himself on her, he would visit her and teach her who was the god between the two of them. she didn't want him to roam to camp if it wasn't necessary for him to be there, so she would start training with his weapon and maybe he wouldn't show up.

She got a tight grip on the handle and swang it a couple of times, it didn't feel as she expected it to feel. It felt natural in her hands, as if it had been made for her. perfect balance in the blade and the handle, it was as if it didn't weight more than her ring! She half smiled as she looked at the weapon when she heard a voice. She shifted to face the source of the voice, she aimed the scythe at the man that spoke to her, but a second later she realized that it was Mors who was standing by the tree line.

"Mors!..." the fear sounded in her voice and she let the scythe fall from her hands, as soon as it touched the ground it got back to its ring form. Lilith was still half trembling due the impression. "what are you doing here?..." her voice trembled and then she looked at the ground and started looking the ring in a frenetic way, what would he do to her if she lost that thing?! maybe he would kill her! or worse kill her beloved ones!

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Her swings were wild, and unpracticed, but graceful enough for there to be a good amount of promise for her future with the weapon. Mors was glad, he had hoped the weapon would suit her. It looked almost as if she had never fought with the weapon before, which he couldn't help but dislike. Gifts were made to be used, and while he could understand if she had no talent in the use of a scythe, that was not the case. He may have been too sentimental, children did like to use their own weapons, and using a scythe was most defiantly not the best way to make friends. He rationalized out her lack of using the weapon, and any hurt he felt quickly left. Something that logic could always do for him, weed out those senseless emotions.

As he thought to himself, the scythe he had given his granddaughter soon turned on him. He would really need to give her lessons with the weapon one day, the sharp edge was on the inside, pointing it at someone did not have the same impact as with a sword. He wondered if she would train with the Mars children more, they should be able to work well together. War and death always went hand in hand after all.

Her voice surprised, and hurt Mors. Fear. His own grandchild had fear echoing in her voice, shaking her from the soul out. His name had brought it, his presence caused her to tremble to her very core. He felt the unpleasant ache in his heart, it was always something different when feared by a family member. The fear, the hate, the unkindness that often came with his job was all water off a ducks back. He did not care, and felt nothing from them and their emotions. This one was his blood, and as family she had a special place in his heart. That part tugged and shuttered in his chest.

The weapon fell from her delicate hands, it seemed to be in slow motion. He watched her as her eyes went wide in surprise, dilated in fear, and her muscles lacked the coordination they should have. Mors could see it all happen, and as the scythe hit the ground it shrunk into a glittering ring. The one he had slipped onto her finger shortly after she should have died. She asked what Mors had been doing there, as if he truly needed a reason to see her. It had been a long time, years since he visited her, but was it really so terrible? She quickly met with the ground scabling to find something, the ring. He had not thought she cared for it, with the way she had just been acting. He wondered if he should feel happy she cared about loosing it, but something was wrong. The fear was still there, he saw her shoulders shake as if she feared what he would do.

With a sigh Mors strode over to his granddaughter, even silent steps. He floated over to her, or at least it would have seemed that way, because it never looked like he walked. Perfectly measured steps and a flowing coat. Mors knelt at her side and picked the ring from the grass, for him it was easy enough to spot in the moon light. “You dropped this child, but those wild emotions will cloud your vision. Try to keep them in check.” she said coolly, trying to give her advice. If she dis such a ting on the battle field she would die again, and he had already bartered for her life once.

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Lilith was trying to find the ring desperately. She couldn't believe that she had lost it, now she was in deep, deep troubles! She was already crawling on the ground, how can a bright ring like that one get lost so easily? She bit her lower lip making it bleed, she was almost hyperventilating. suddenly she saw the ring in front of her face. She lifted her sight very slowly at the ring, then her eyes followed the pale hand and the arm covered in black, up to his shoulder and then finaly she met the face of the owner of the hand. She looked into those blue eyes that for a second reminded her of her father's, but then she saw the blond straight hair that marked the pale face, and she realized after just afew seconds that it was Mors.

She took the ring from his hand and then got up tripping as she did so. Then she stepped backwards a couple of steps. She knew it was foolish, he was a god and not just a common god, but the one who could rip her soul off her body or the soul of her friends off their bodies just with a single thought of his! So being far from him wouldn't really keep her safe, but her human mind didn't realize about that until she had already stopped just a yard away from Mors. "thank you..." she said in a low kind of voice, full of fear and resentiment.

Lilith didn't taste the blood coming from her lower lip. She did the cut with her teeth, but it didn't hurt, she was so afraid of him that she didn't realize she had hurt herself. then when Mors told her she should be more careful, she glared at him and then smirked. How could he talk like that?! He was the one who had haunted her dreams and worst nightmares for over two years! then how could he be so peaceful in that moment? what kind of psycho was he?! "I usually control myself very well, but maybe having a god in my head day and night forcing me to do something I don't want, has my nerves on the edge!"

She covered her mouth and realized what she had done, she had disrispected a god! She knelt again and lowered her head. "I'm sorry... I shouldn't have snapped like that! Please... forgive me... please... don't hurt them!" she was shivering once more. "I'll do whatever you want..."

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Lilith took the ring from him, and proceed to retreat from him as quickly as she could in her state. Mors could not think of how he had left such a terrible impression on her, he had simply kept her soul from leaving her body before she was able to heal enough to continue. He was not a healer, however he could do a little something for his children and grandchildren as long as their body was in one piece. Dismemberment could never be helped. Words of thanks made their way from her lips, but they did not make his heart grow any gladness. Mors stood again to his full height, elegant in the moon light. He watched her wearily, she was more than simply scared of him. Lilith was absolutely terrified, and he could have sworn he detected resentment in her words. He wondered if she would have rather died that day, if the gift of life from the god of death had lead to a cursed one.

A dark stain spread from her lips, she had bitten them in an attempt to keep quiet, perhaps to keep from screaming. Even with the trembling and apprehensiveness she so openly displayed she was still holding back on her fear. She seemed to gain some semblance of courage for a moment, hurling words of sarcasm and anger at him. Mors was confused, to put it lightly. For a moment his still calm face broke, and his eye brows arched on his forehead. Had this girl been speaking in tongues? What did she mean that Mors had been haunting her? Had it been the battle? Was the near death experience too great for her to bear that his image became an enemy for her? What had she meant by her last words? Someone was forcing her to do something?

His face had fallen again into the doll like state of emotionless slade, as he attempted to gaze at his grand daughter with a calm head between his shoulders. The heart that beat in his chest ached, but he attempted to cut it off leaving his mind to absorb the information and process it. She groveled at his feet, begging his forgiveness with a bowed head like some servant. He wondered where she could have learned a manner that way, wondered what her pleading words meant. Whom was he not to hurt? It was a plural word, therefore it must have been either the camp as a whole or friends of hers in particular. The fact that she felt they would be hurt meant that someone must have threatened her. The though broke the shield of Mors heart for a moment as he frowned and his eye brows knit together.

With a deep breath he attempted to re-cage his wild emotions, it would do no one good. The unpleasant thought that perhaps someone had used his image to instil this fear, to threaten her. It made sense, except that he could think of no reason someone would do such a thing. If he remembered correctly she held no great power in camp, though it had been two years. “Stand, dear child. I have no plans to harm anyone. However I would like an explanation of your actions.” he said calmly, looking down at the trembling form of his grand daughter. Both sadness and anger clenched at his heart, threatening to bring down the carefully constructed walls again.

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Lilith kept looking at the grass that was under her, it was late March and in the nights the weather got cool again, so sometimes the grass got a thin cover of thin ice, she frowned looking at it and tried to remember the last time she got the time and patience to see how the ice covered the soft new born grass. then she closed her eyes and remembered why was she there. Sometimes the ADHD hit her brain hard, so she needed to keep her mind there or Mors would get upset and kill her. But again, would that be that bad?

Then she heard his voice once more, it was so calm, so sweet, so warm!! Why was he behaving like that to her in that moment?! Was he afraid that some other god saw him and if he acted like he always did in her dreams, he could be punished? or maybe he wanted to drive her crazy, which if it was his plan was working perfectly! The lack of sleep almost left her half crazy day by day, edgy all the time, she had already lost most of the ones that slowly were considering her as a friend, she was an inch or two to get the insanity degree.

She lifted her face to look at him and frowned, she was so confused at his behaviour that she didn't know what to think anymore, still she was scared of him there in the real world and she was terrorized of him in the dream's one. She got up slowly, then when she got her complete hight, she still had to look up to see his cold icy eyes, that for some reason were a mix of emotions but warmth was in them! Why he felt warm feelings for her?! why in that moment?!

"you are confusing me... why in my dreams, you haunt me, you scare me to death, and then now you speak to me as if I was a dear child to you?" she breathed deeply holding back the rude words that came to her mind. She bit her lower lip and then looked back at him. "Seriously? an explanation of my actions..." She shook her head slowly and then looked back at him tilting her head as the cool breeze blew messing her long hair.

"You saved my life two years ago, only because you had a plan, then a week after that you started to haunted me in my dreams... threatening me, then when I told you I wasn't going to do it, you threaten my beloved ones..." she shook her head. "is this a joke? or you try to check if I'm still doing your dirty work?" she bit her lower lip again tasting the blood, but didn't care she was more angry and afraid than feeling pain in that moment.

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Fear and confusion stained the girls face as she looked up into his eyes. She seemed to be searching his face, his eyes for something. Mors did not know what she wished to see, he kept a calm cool disposition on at all times. She would find no emotion in his face, that was what he worked so hard to do, but she was family. Family deserved to see his emotions. He did not want to mirror her, did not want to show his own confusion at her words. She needed someone to be calm right now, two confused people in the middle of the forest never became good endings. He could not stop himself from thinking about it, about who could have used his form. Anger and sadness gripped his heart, someone had used his physical appearance to enter her dreams. He supposed it was his own fault, leaving a child along for such a long period of time.

Mors was able to stand tall, and retain his calm composed air as she spoke. She told him all that she knew, all that she believed him to have done to her, and it broke his heart. Family was never meant to do such things to each other, and the very idea that he might have done such an atrocity to his own flesh and blood disgusted him. The moon was covered by shadows behind him, casting a dark shadow over his pale face. For a moment his blue eyes seemed to darken to a black, and his hair ruffled in the light breeze. The near white strands highlighting the shadows of his face even more. At that moment one may recognize him as the grim reaper.

Her lip folded towards her teeth again, and Mors moved before he could think. It was nothing he would do for people normally, something completely unlike him to go without thinking at all. Still he did, pressing his thumb against her teeth so that if she wished to bite she would bit him. She did not break his skin, but it did hurt slightly. He felt the warmth of her blood from her lip, as his fingers caressed the side of her face. "I have done no such thing, nor would I ever." his voice shook just a bit, shook in hurt, fear, anger, all the crazy emotions he felt at that moment. His face showed only a slight bit of the pain he felt, only a shadow of the guilt. "I apologize for leaving you, I had not thought anyone would use my absence from your life in such a way." he spoke in a soft voice, so soft Lilith would scarcely be able to hear him.

He had not meant to, but there was a lot of things at that moment he had not meant to do. Withdrawing his hand, Mors took a step back and attempted to recompose himself. Not only was this child family, he was a granddaughter. Someone meant to be doted on, and pampered. He felt weak, felt he should not have acted that way. With a breath his eyes cooled, the cold glaze they normally held came back over them as he stood straight again. "Forgive me, I should not have touched you without your permission. You are frightened of me, but believe me when I say I have not seen you since the battle where I gave you that ring."

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The moment Mors put his finger on her lip, her teeth bit it. but she didn't even realize that she was biting the finger of a god, she didn't think about her hurting him or if he would feel pain. In fact she pressed a bit more her bite, not to hurt him but because of the surprise of his touch.

She had thought that the moment she felt his touch, it would be cold as touching a cube of ice or maybe a rock hidden from the solar beams for centruties, but it wasn't like that, his touch was warm and soft, and his eyes mirrored what was in her heart, the same confussion, anger, pain, even part of the guilt that she felt for turning against the Camp and the City that had given all to her.

His voice was also something completely different from the voice she heard in her dreams, this was full of emotions, human and close to her heart, the one in her dreams was cynical and on the edge of insanity. How could he be so different from what she had seen and felt in her dreams, but so close to what her father described to her of his father, of the God that she had in front of her in that moment?

In normal conditions, she could hold back her emotions and the tears in her eyes, but in that moment the million flash backs in her mind were blocking that ability of hers. she felt the salty warm tears rolling down her cheeks, landing on his hand. He told her how bad he felt for leaving her for so long. She closed her eyes and stopped biting his finger so she opened slowly her mouth just a couple of milimeters so his finger wasn't hurt. Then he moved his hand away and a part of her want to move her face at his hand so he knew it was fine if he left his hand there, other part of her was so shocked that she couldn't move in the end.

He told her that he hadn't seen her since the day he gave her the ring, but her heart ached in pain and confussion, how coud she believe him? How could she trust on the stories that her father told her about Mors? She opened her eyes and looked at him, not even her knew what was roaming in her mind and heart in that moment, so her eyes were a mixure of all the emotions that a person in her position could have felt.

She breathed deeply swallowing some of the blood that had already came into her mouth from her lip, some campers just spit it but she felt it was nasty and not an action of a Lady, her parents had taught her better than that. after a minute she shook slowly her head. "It is ok... I'm not used to the touch of others... specialy godly touch..." her voice was low and calm, her body still shuddered but she tried to keep her mind and emotions under control.

"I'm sorry... but... how can I believe you, when in almost 17 years, I've only seen you when you gave me the ring..." Her father told her that Mors also visited her when she was born, but at that point of her life she didn't know if her father was just trying to make links with her godly family or if it was real. "... then for two years I've seen you in my dreams... terrorizing me... I can't even talk about it with others because the scar on my chest burns like hellfire..." She looked away and then back at him. "How do I know that my father's memories and stories are real, and not my dreams?... Or maybe I am crazy and all of this was in my head?" She showed panic again but now for that last thought.

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Mors did his best to retain his poker face, the stone cold eyes, and his straight posture. He was ridged, and watched her as she spoke. Her movements, her eyes, her face, all of it he took in. He was also incredibly aware of everything around them. Every animal that stalked in the woods, and the moths that fluttered in the moonlight. Mors was able to keep himself acutely aware of everything, just like the other gods. He was still a Roman, created from the thoughts of the originals and kept alive here in Camp Jupiter. The death of animals around him, the insects being eaten. Everything that died he knew them, but he need not guide everything to where it belongs. Much of the time he only needed to guide the lost, or the ones who tried to run. Animals always did as their instincts told them, it was easier to deal with their deaths.

Mors swallowed, was she saying it was okay to touch her or that she simply accepted his apology? Mors wished for the second, because then he could hold her trembling figure. Humans where so delicate, and demi-gods even more so. His heart ached and twisted inside his chest, his child had surely told her about him. She should know that he would never do such things, or perhaps her father had not mentioned too much about him. Mors felt torn, he had neglected his family too much. He felt as if he had fallen to the level of the others, whom sometimes never saw their children's faces. Mors pursed his lips before he spoke "May I see this scar?" he asked quietly.

Mors stepped forward, the urge and wish to reach forward and touch this trembling form in front of him was suppressed. He gazed at her, so small compared to him. His shoulders were not broad, but he could still wrap himself around her, hold her, hug her. He could attempt to still her trembling, the tears that stained the back of his hand felt cold, the wind caressing the moist skin. "Child..." he said, his voice nearly catching in his throat. Swallowing the knot in his throat he tried to speak again, this time more clear, direct and calm. "Child, I do not know what you have seen in your dreams, but do you not believe what is in front of you now? Do you not believe my physical form which you have felt touch you? Do you not trust your father? Tell me, what do you choose to believe?"

Mors attempted to keep his face as calm as possible, attempted to keep his body from shaking with fear at her answer. He felt he may have been a failure as a god at that moment, to be sent into such a state with the simple words of a mortal girl. However more important to him than that, was that he had failed his family and in essence failed as a man. "I will ask Somnus who has been truly entering your dreams....then....if you wish.....I will leave your life."

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Lilith looked at him, she didn't know why but she could tell that the eyes of that cold god weren't cold at all, his eyes were so sweet, so warm, so full of pain and sorrow. In a way she could find herself in those eyes, she had seen the same emotions in the mirror every day when she looked at it. Her mind couldn't just put it together, the Mors in front of her and the one in her nightmares. She tilted her head and then frowned and blushed deeply as a tomato when Mors asked to look at her scar. well... that would be a problem, it was exactly in the middle of her chest, the sword stabbed her heart, only his powers saved her at that moment.

She didn't know what to reply, what to say. He was a God, if he wanted to see it he would do it sooner or later, but then she looked again into his eyes and knew that he wouldn't force her to show it to him, or at least not this version of him not the one standing in front of her, who knew if he would force her to do it as soon as she fell asleep and the nightmares came back. The moment he talked to her again, she looked back at him, she hadn't realize that her sight had gone far from him to a dark place in her mind where she was always lonely and scared but kind of safe from herself and her nightmares.

She looked back and frowned slightly, her eyebrows were really knit to each other. He was asking to believe in her senses! She placed her ight hand on the place where the scar was marking her snowy pale skin and replied. "My Lord..." her voice trembled due emotion, to pain and confussion. "you ask me to believe in my senses, in what I see and feel right now... believe me, it is a sweet dream, one that I would love to believe more than anything else! this dream, could change everything!..." she lost the slight smile that crossed her face for a second at the idea of being loved and not used.

"but for two years my senses have told me that the nightmare was real... I've heard your voice and threatening words, I've smelled the fragrance of you and your office, I've seen you the same I see you now, I've tasted the blood from my lip same as now... and I've felt your cold touch in my dreams so as I just felt the warmth of it tonight... and the spliting ache in my chest every time I've tried to ask for help..." She closed her mouth fearing his wrath, breathed deeply trying to hold back the tears that dared to run down her cheeks once more.

He was telling her he would ask his brother who had been entering her dreams... would that be a trap? his brother was the lord of the sleeping world, what if he had been using his brother's help to terrorize her every night?! But again, his voice, his eyes, his past touch and concern... and his last words, he was willing to leave her once and for all, maybe she would only have to see him again the moment she died. She closed her eyes and heard the voice of her father and saw his sweet warm eyes, he had Mors' eyes in fact.

"...yes Lil', he is a just and good god. He never harms others, I know people blamed you for your friend's death just because you are related to him, but he would never do something like that, he takes care of family.

But dad... he is death! He took her away!

It is his job, but he would never hurt you or me... he would do anything to keep us safe... among the gods, he is a good one, a respectful one, now to bed lass..."

Lilith breathed deeply as the memory faded away, she opened her eyes again and looked at him. "Right now... I can't trust on my own senses... but I still can trust my father's words... he never lied to me..." She lowered her face and moved her hands to the collar of her purple shirt, grabbed it and lowered it enough so Mors could see the thick dark pink line that crossed her chest as a slash, if a mortal saw it for sure would think it was only the scar of a heart surgery. Showing him the scar, she was trusting him once more, maybe just for a moment, a second, but she decided to jeopardize her safety once more, after all he was family... right?

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Death was not always a pleasant thing, and most certainly not normally welcomed. How many people cursed him, hated him, threatened him for something so simple? Everyone who is born will die, the fact that you do not wish for it should make a person grateful enough. The ones who wished for death, they were the ones who struck Mors' heart the most. He attempted to care little about mortals, but having to deal with them at all times made it difficult. He knew all gods had a special place for certain kinds of people, it showed in the women and men whom they created children with. There were also the ones who represented children, and orphans, which were not Mors domain, until they died. It was the death of children, and the tears from them that could bring even him down a notch or two. Even more pitiable is when the children thanked him for making the pain go away. Still he would guide them, and throw away the emotions that clung to his heart as he watched them drink from the lake making them forget everything. It was sometimes better, but other times you simply watches someone without anything left wander the fields for eternity.

All that pain, all that sorrow he could not stand to see in children, he saw in his own grandchild. It tore at his heart, ripped at his mind. How many children had he been forced to take today? So many from broken homes, so many left abandoned. How he criticized their parents in his mind, their family. Every word came back to him, threatening to piece his heart and let the life blood flow slowly from his body, never to die from the grievous wounds. Still he listened to her quietly, statuesque against the black sky. His light hair looked silver in the moon light, and his cool blue eyes seemed to become lighter and duller in color as she spoke. Once a bright blue, they slowly turned to a dull grey. His eyes sometimes betrayed these powerful emotions of his, and he never really noticed.

Lilith tugged on the front of her shirt, and Mors was able to see her injury again, it had healed nicely. He supposed he owed Apollo's family for that again, they were such a good part of this camp. Reaching out his hand he just barely touched the scar on her chest before slowly pulling his hand away. He could see it, tangible in his hand, the curse that was placed on her scar. Nothing deadly, but something meant to bring pain. It was invisible to mortal eyes, but Mors knew the feel, the color that could only belong to one person. The thing that cemented it was the horrendous laughter that came from it, in his own voice at first but then it changed to be high pitched and feminine. Yes. He knew exactly who placed this lovely little number on his grand daughter. The sight of it was invisible to mortals but the voice was not, and it slightly mocked him. The curse was still connected to Lilith, but it was weak and meant mostly for show. It took only a slight amount of power to break it, and the tangible form dissolved into the air as Mors released it.

If Mors looked sad before, he looked angry now. The shades of his eyes began to darken as he watched the wisp dissolve, and the laughter die out. She was his sister, but quite the nuisance. The simplest spell that fed on the turbulence of someone's heart, genius, but not on his grand daughter. If Lilith had truly accepted what she had been told, instead of the powerful emotions that surely raged in her heart, the curse would have died. It was possible to break, should she not mind excruciating pain for days until it did so. He would certainly have a talk with his sister. "I need not go to Somous, I know exactly who to see for this." he said, his voice low a tinge of anger laced in and out of his voice. "She really does not discriminate when having her fun." his last word saturated with disgust.

Taking a deep breath Mors began to calm himself, his sister would of course not care about a grand child. Many gods did not even pay attention to the fast they had grand children, it made them feel old. Heaven forbid someone who lived several centuries feel old. "That should be the end of your nightmares, at least the ones induced by that curse." he spoke calmly, without a hint of emotion in his voice. "You said you would trust your fathers words, however.....you did not say if it would be alright for me to see you again." Mors would not look at her. He did not want to, and as much as he attempted to keep his tone flat and emotionless, it was not. He needed permission from her, to see her again. Otherwise he would not.

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Lilith felt the finger of Mors touching in the most gentle and caring way the scar she had in the middle of her chest, But the moment his finger touched it a horrible but well known laugh sounded in her head, could others hear it too or would it be only in her head, was it Mors' doing or was it that she had already lost all sanity. Then the laugh started to change it wasn't Mors' voice, it was a femenine voice, she had never heard it before but it sent more than chills down her spine. also the scar hurt again, too much, as if the sword was stabing her once more. "Please!... make it stop!!" she begged closeing her eyes.

Then he pulled back his hand and his eyes started to get a horrizing shadow, Lilith opened her eyes and could't hear the laughter anymore, and the pain wasn't there, she felt good again, she looked at Mors to thank him but his eyes were already black. They became the black hole that a scull would have, the eyes of death looking right at her, but for some reason she wasn't scared anymore, she looked into them and could see the pain that he was feeling, the anger in his heart. She wanted to ask what was wrong, to know if she could help him in any way or if she might be the reason why he was so angry, her eyes showed him how worried she was for him in that moment. But she couldn't say a word, she knew that she should stay quiet until he decided to speak again.

When he finally spoke again, Lilith got confused again, she knew who Somnus was and why he would ask him about her nightmares, but why he was talking about a 'she'? Was it a woman who was doing that to her? a goddess? but why would a goddess wnated to hurt her or him in such way? "She?... who do you talk about?" she asked in a low and soft voice, she didn't want to upset him again, but she was curious to know who had made her life a hell on Earth for two years.

He looked at her and told her that her nightmares wouldn't haunt her again, she didn't know why, but deep in her heart she knew he was telling her the truth. she placed her hand over her scar once she had covered it again and smiled in the most relieved way. But then his words made her look at him once more. He was asking for her permission to visit her again! He was a god and still he was asking the permision of a mortal! She frowned slightly and then looked at her hand, which was on her chest.

"for two years I begged you to leave me alone... in my nightmares..." she said in a low voice, but he would be able to listen to it, it was full of sorrow and pain. She moved her hand slowly and even hesitantally, she wanted to touch his hand, but would that be allowed to a simple mortal like her? she stretched her arm a bit more and placed it on Mors' hand. "but now... I would dare to ask you to stay..." she breathed deeply and then continued. "My father said that no matter how messy our family could be, you never turn your back on them, so... I want to risk myself once more... I want you to stay, to get to know you... to thank you properly for saving my life and for the gift... so..." she placed her other hand on his hand. "please... you are allowed to visit me again..."

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The curse was volatile, it caused her harm as he drew it from her body. That was bound to happen, and he pushed aside her cries of pain as he did what he needed to do. Women always seemed to cast the best curses. Men seemed to lack the long term imagination that came with a good curse. Mors preferred not to cast such things on people in the first place, if necessary he would have a plan devised for their eternal torment. It was his own version of sweet justice, sometimes he would simply walk by them to watch as they struggles against the trials he set against them. It was one of the few times he would truly allow himself to smile, a cold sinister smile that brought out exactly what people feared in him most. It was there and only there he let the cruel pleasure from torturing the vile souls that ended up in the Fields of Punishment. The ones that struck him as vile at any rate. For someone who had such a pass time was it not obvious he would not be wanted? Though it had not been him in Lilith's dreams, he had surely done worse things to people. Her words came as no surprise, thought they hurt him deeply. Two years, he could imagine her voice begging pleading for him to leave her alone. Had he not just heard her beg for him to stop while he pulled the curse from her? The same pain and hurt, it would have called to him to stop visiting her.

Mors turned from her, ready to leave, and not return until she died as she wished. A gentle hand touched his, and he stopped. His head felt like it weighted more than anything he had know, it look every bit of discipline in his bones to keep himself tall. Turning his upper body he looked down at the hand, bright and full of life against his pale ones. Tracing the arm his sorrowful eyes found the face of his beautiful grand daughter, and he dare not hope she would say more. They were a dull gray still, his eyebrows arches slightly despite his best attempts to keep them in a neutral position. Her words sunk in slowly, and he turned to face her more. His eyes traced her face, looking for signs he may have heard her wrong. That perhaps his immortal imagination had gotten the better of him. She let both her hands rest on his, and she told him some of the things his son had taught her. Things he had told her about him, and he was incredibly glad. The faintest smile came across his face and the bright blue returned to his eyes. He turns his hand over and clasp her hands in his. “Then I will. I will visit you as often as my schedule permits. I am glad.” his face softened as he gazed at her, and gently kissed the top of her head.