Thanatos and the House at the End of the World, Part V
There would have been more but a black tentacle shot out, hard and fast from a wall, separating the lovers and sending the Other Than sailing backward.
Hi there! So glad you came to see me! Come in, come in. Sit down there. How do you take your coffee? It’s Mr. Hades’ blend, Dark Sparks. Me, I take it with heavy sweet creams and ten scoops of sugar, and ohhhh, ohh, ohh, it’s so good. I’m the reaper, the god of gentle death, I’m Thanatos, call me Than.
There would have been more but a black tentacle shot out, hard and fast from a wall, separating the lovers and sending the Other Than sailing backward.
“The living, breathing pulse of Gaia, the pulse of the world. Isn’t it beautiful, Thanner?” Hyp spoke reverently from beside me.
That seals it in my mind, I knew it, Frankenstein, 1931. It was Hyp’s favorite movie.
“Peek-a-boo, I seee yoouuuu,” Emma said from nowhere, the “you” becoming a deep distorted growl.
They watched me as I went by, the sleepwalkers, their eyes turned into his. They gave Cheshire cat grins and snickered.
His arms were wrapped around her as she cradled the baby. They smiled, staring lovingly into each other’s eyes before sharing a kiss.
“Ohhh, well excuse me for dying! I mean, look at those two assholes in robes over there. What is that…a prison?”
She wore a triumphant sneer on her face and in her hand, her silver bow and arrow were aimed at me.
“You give that back! That doesn’t belong to you! It’s not yours! It belongs to her! My Huntress, not you!”
I hung there struggling, screaming myself hoarse, praying one of the gods hear me. Praying that this was not the cycle of my existence.
“Hello, dear one, my name is Thanatos, the God of Death. I am here to help and there is no reason to be afraid,” I say.
I couldn’t stop giggling, then I heard the voices coming from the wood. I began to stagger in that direction.
The look of surprise on the nymph’s face was almost comedic as my other wing raised up, and pushed her.
“Let me sup on her sacrifice, then give to me the eyes of the hunter Orion.”
Her eyes are clear, but they are wide, afraid, and vacant. She still growls. Her empty eyes roll and fall on me.