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timelostobserver · 3 months

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Michael is about to make a deal with Lucifer

Slowly he started to look up from the mounds of paperwork that littered his desk.

At first, he had no idea what he even heard, it seemed so farfetched. So.. out of line with what he thought would happen. Sure, he thought that the moment Michael left to enter Hell proper, he'd be descended upon with anger and vitriol but.

"You're joking..." A tone spoken in disbelief.

"You... must be joking." The whispering, lingering soul giving him such a message as if it was echoed throughout the depths of Hell itself.

Silence would fall, Hades pen being set down in it's case as he sat up straight in his chair.

". . ." A small smile tugged at the corners of his mouth. This felt like irony, the ultimate irony as a soft chuckle forced it's way from his throat.

All before he bust into a fit of laughter, hunched over his desk as his cackles bounced off the blackened stone of the Halls of the Dead.

This would go on for nearly five minuets, the only two other residents of the place standing by while their boss howled and wheezed with laughter.

"I've never seen Azzy like this.." A mutter from the Goetia under Hades' employment. Eyes passing to the blue-skinned humanoid being next to him.

"Neither have I.. Maybe it was a good idea to close the Halls down tomorrow for a break. I.. uhh.. I think he's going to need it." Both returning their looks toward the hunched over fallen laughing at his desk.

They weren't sure if it was one born of mirth, or of terrible ironic schadenfreude. Perhaps both.

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timelostobserver · 28 days

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"Every day I'm reminded that our Boss has no idea what a phone is or how to use them.. and every day I watch Hypnos make a vain attempt of getting Hades-sama to look at something he found on social media.." Charon grumbles as he pulls his tengu mask over half of his face.

"I can never un-hear Hades-sama saying 'What is a may-may' ever again.." To think those would be words coming out of the Angel of Death's own mouth is beyond the poor Ferryman.

#[ The Ferryman of the Underworld - Charon | Hazbin Hotel ]#[ The only one with the braincell in the Halls of the Dead Crew.. ]

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timelostobserver · 1 month

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@deathinfeathers - "You’re staring at me. Stop!" (For any of your lovely muses!)

"I am just observing." A calm, cool tone from what looks to be a massive.. avian creature. It wasn't aggressive, nor did it approach. His face, if one could call it that, was dawned in a red beak with piercing eyes that seemed trained in on the guardian.

"Watching, waiting, as I do with all things." Charon, as only a few knew the creature as. A being that was not demonic, not angelic, nor human. A spirit born not of any Gods, but of the Earth itself. Indentured, employed to one tied to these veiled worlds of the Afterlife. A creature made of many names in the Eastern reaches of the mortal realm.. A Yokai, A Kami, a Shinigami...

The Ferryman, whom none knew of.

He waited for many things, waited for souls to pass on, to carry them in his talons to judgement. He waited to watch as boiling tensions that loomed came to their head. He watched wars, natural disasters, political climates all clash, crash and burn.

Charon was not bound to one realm or another. He traveled, explored when he was not circling the mortal realm to scoop up the dearly departed. And here? Now?

Doing exactly what he'd claimed. But this angel in-particular certainly got his attention. He rarely got to see the various machinations of Heaven, more that he simply stuck out too much and was often shoo'd out before he settled in anywhere. Usually he'd come to drop off another soul before Saint Peter before flying off, especially if the Judge was far too busy to send them off himself.

But Charon had gotten lucky this time, lingered, snuck into what he only could assume were some sort of training grounds.

Why would angels need to train?

So he found a perch, a place to watch. It just so happened it was Lute who was the one doing so today.

"Though I will say, your form is sloppy. You put too much emphasis on your left, leaving the right wide open." The creature tilted his head to the side, commenting on what he watched.

#[ Please Wait Your Turn - Answered Ask ]#[ A Riveting Narrative - RP Reply ]#[ The Ferryman of the Underworld - Charon | Hazbin Hotel ]#[ Deathinfeathers tag pending. . . ]#[ Been wanting to use Charon so.. HAVE A BIG BIRB. ]

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