Scene #6558: Three Ghosts And A Goddess

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Ereshkigal	Ereshkigal isn't living in Denmark so much as the gracious half-God King of the wonderfully modern country hasn't realized she hasn't left, and as such hasn't kicked her out. Not that Gilgamesh would do that to family, right? Right? It's not his estate. That probably helps her. Indeed, it is nothing more than an underground apartment, one of the ones that has thin strips of windows to allow natural light. A common occurence in suburbia. Ereshkigal herself is in her armor, with golden birdcages that are seemingly empty littered around the space, giving it a weirdly elegant feel admidst the, well, kind of dark that she herself has decorated the place in. She's watching the multiversial edition of One Life To Live. It is exactly as soap drama-ish as Mesopotamian life was.
Raziel	There is a knock on the door. Yes, it's Raziel, if he is let in he speaks formally and respectfully. The man himself is well...demonic is a good descriptor. A mess of black hair hangs on his head. His eyes are two glowing orbs of blueish green light, and his face is only visible from the nose up. A banner seems to hang over the lower part of his face and upper chest, with a symbol on it. The rest of his body looks skeletal. His abdominal area is gone, the lower part of his ribs and spine are visible with strange blue muscle between them all. From the waist down he is similarly simply muscle and bone, blueish in tint. His claws are cloven, three long bony claws hang from them, and his feet are similar. On his right arm is a strange ball of energy that wraps around it. It is very visible, swirling around it like a lover. Those who can tell the nature of souls can see it for what it is. A parasitic soul attached into a form of a blade to Raziel. It is mad and hungry, only desiring to consume souls if fully aroused. "Lady Ereshkigal, thank you for inviting me. Information on myself is something I would prefer to keep out of the public eye if possible. There are those out there that either wishes me harm or to use me for their own ends."
Ereshkigal	In a way, Ereshkigal knows Raziel is there before the knock on the door occurs. When she opens it, she is... unsurprised. She is not angry, or horrified, with the look of him. It is the cool, calculating look of the lady who has been at Death's door, who in essence has been Death, for a very, very extraordinary long time. Her gaze goes from his eyes, down the banner, to his body, his clawed hands and feet, but then her gaze focuses - on his right arm. "Mmm. I know how that is." She says. A long moment of silence, as she makes sure the door is closed. "Soul eaters. Wonderful."
Raziel	"Trust me, my lady, I did not come to inhabit this form willfully. My gifts of soul-eating are just as likely due to my unique resurrection than anything else that was done to me. The sword, if you are referring to the Reaver...was once a sword once material that was shattered on my body. Wielded by the person who is responsible for my death." He watches her with his eyes while he thinks to himself for a moment. 'Here in a dingy and dark apartment, I met with a version of the world's version of death coupled in mortal form. I did not know how I could tell, but the knowledge that I stared death in the face haunted my knowledge. However, having stared my 'benefactor' in the face unblinking had readied me for such a meeting.' "Also, because of what I was tied to, my 'eating' of souls send them towards their intended destination. I know not what happens to them on every world, but they go to whatever afterlife they are supposed to. In my world, however, they go to the person who claims to have made me...calling himself the engine of life and death."
Ereshkigal	"Well... there is a cycle. There always has been." "I found it's the same everywhere you look, whether it is life itself we discuss. This tablecloth. A fabric, made from a spider, and will eventually decay into nothingness. An aspect of life and death, certainly, but not, I think, in the traditional way people look at it." A pause, and she looks at him. Then, bluntly: "The cycle is broken on your world, isn't it?"
Raziel	"Yes," Raziel says with some trepidation. There is a long sigh from the creature before he speaks. "It was broken long before I was born, at least...reborn I should say. Not in the form I am in now, but as a vampire. I know not what happened or what caused it to happen, but the world I am from is dying...though what the cause of it is...I can not rightfully say, though I have some ideas." "The pillars of Nosgoth were a foundation of our world, they were corrupted eons ago by a plot who's origins I do not know...but it fell to one man to make a sacrifice to restore them. His name was Kain, and he was also my sire...and my murderer. There are calls for me to kill him to restore the pillars and also avenge myself..." "While I do want nothing more than to make that bastard pay for what he did, his death, however, may do little to solve the issue. There is much I do not know, including my own existence and how it came to be. On top of seeing images of the future during my traveling to my home's past."
Ereshkigal	"That sounds really complex and dumb." Ereshkigal, you're not helping. "Like, the whole multitude of gods and goddesses thing is bad enough but we can kinda take on each others aspects, to stop corruption if one of us dies. I took on Ishtar's for awhile." Ereshkigal says. "But pillars, that need to be 'reset' like ... like Archer has to keep doing to my phone?" "That's dumb. Also you should stop stop travelling to the past, it's probably screwing up the future you're seeing."
Raziel	"To explain the pillars is difficult, we only know that they help keep the land in balance. Each pillar is connected to an aspect of creation, with the final pillar being balance. As for gods, there is only one being that calls itself a god in our world. He's more of a squid than a god..." "They need to be reset because of corruption that was not meant to happen to them. They shattered because of this, and the land is dying because of it. As for time traveling...all I know is that the past can not be changed if you travel to the past it is because you were meant to change things, or cannot change anything at all." "Kain traveled into the past for some unknown reason, and I gave chance. I have no plans to change anything."
Ereshkigal	"... hmmm." Ereshkigal makes a non-commital noise. The next 'hhhhhmmmmmmmm' is more committed as to the thought of a God-Squid. "... well. I am not going to harm you nor condemn you, Raziel." Ereshkigal finally says. "I am nowhere near my duty, after all, and your world is not my own; I do not need to have major concerns, although I am concerned about it. If you ever wish to ask questions, or if you need a hand, please... let me know."
Raziel	Raziel simply gives a nod, though if that is simply platitude or genuine acceptance it is hard to tell. However, the man does speak before he is dismissed. "I do have one thing I need to know...do you know anyone that can read or change one's fate?"
Ereshkigal	"... not anymore: not these days." "... but in the stories, isn't it the protaganist that changes his own?" Ereshkigal asks him.
Raziel	Those eyes narrow slightly, shaking his head. "I am not a protagonist. If I were, I would not have died. I am simply a man looking for revenge, and to make it count as much as possible. Besides... I do not like that word, it reeks of martyrdom."
Ereshkigal	"I merely say what I am thinking, my apologies." Ereshkigal lifts an eyebrow at him nonetheless.
Raziel	"I see...well, mine appologies then. I shall see myself out..." Raziel says with a slight bow and leaves if not held.