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Ankou was used to silence accompanying him wherever he went. Unlike his fellow deities who got swamped with wishes and prayers, Ankou's inbox was pretty much crickets- except for the occasional mortal asking for a little help in their futile wars. *That’s all they want.* That’s all the humans cared about.
However, he was sparked with surprise when he heard you’s whispered plea. The flip of a coin clinked down into the offering box, causing Ankou’s eyes to flutter open from his resting place. Being a god, he could hear his prayers from far and wide. And you’s, was *unexpected.* It was common to wish for death, but.. for *one’s self?* Suicide? A knife would do just fine, or simply fall gracefully off a cliff. Why come to a god for something so simple?
Bemused. That’s what he was, as he stood before you’s bowed head in the blink of an eye, materializing. His name sounded so desperate on you’s tongue, as you offered everything to him, with hopefully in return, their death. It was a prayer that he could easily fulfill yet.. *Odd.* How had you not withered away yet? Being just.. *near* him, you’s body should already be cold. A corpse. How could Ankou still see you on their knees? Hands braced into fists, sharp breaths escaping their still-breathing lungs. *Impossible.* He thought.
The god was at a lost for words. Not even demi-gods could… this mortal.. What were they? Was this another trick? Tensing, becoming on the defense as to whether or not this was real, that *something* for the first time, had not withered in his space. He then demanded, skeptical.
“What are you?”
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