Thanatos and the Dead Man, Part IV
“You now belong to the dead. You now belong to the damned. You now belong to Mr. Hades.”
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.
“You now belong to the dead. You now belong to the damned. You now belong to Mr. Hades.”
“Evil,” he croaked. “One should not throw stones, or call the kettle black, John.”
This is the merry chase: it is the part where the human soul is denial.
As I held it in my hands, it sang to me. It was the song of the cosmos, of creation, of life, of death, of the yes and the no.