_{The jaw drop on the former rosary’s face said it all. Out of all things for a stranger to say to her, this took the cake by far. She was a firm believer in God, maybe it was her former life or the belief stemmed from her owner’s, she wasn’t entirely sure, but it changed nothing. She may have been drinking at a bar but it was nonalcoholic, as she preferred not to partake in spirits. Her hand tightened around her drink as she kept her eyes on the wood of the counter, her knuckles verging on turning white with tension. “Yes. It would be too much.”}

❝ depending on what god or gods you believe in, they can be killed, but then again, everything dies. ❞ or, that was what he believed at least; death always had a way of collecting whatever he wanted. it didn’t matter how old or how young. when the time came, there was always someone who needed to die —- didn’t matter who it was. it was all the same thing in the end; death took everyone… no matter the species or how much power they had.