"and the deity rolled the handle of his focus about within his palms. 'You've had your chance for a long time. I'm just here to do my job, just like you were before you decided to follow a different path. your end wasn't predetermined, it's just that your bell rang loud enough for me to come get you.'
"He finally sighed, releasing his tension as the last of his strength slipped away, the bloodied blade slipping out of his grip, into the pool of his own blood. 'Tsk. always making a mess before I come to pick them up. C'mon, you lazy sloth, get up on your feet and let's go for a walk.'
"His eyes opened, his strength ghostly echoing through his body as he gets up to his feet. 'I was wondering when you'd come get me, I'm sick of this blood thirsty world.'
'So am I. Let's go have some fun, your brothers are waiting for you, both the living and the dead.'"
Seibar, the Courier of Death
