Acquisition of Thanatos


"Great scholar, I've pondered my position of power too many times alone. I need your help."

"My boy, your position of power is one I have seen eat men alive from within. It destroys them with false promises of glory and fire and burns them by the very flame they seek to wield" the scholar replied.

"How do I separate my sanity from my position? How do I go about my days, knowing at any moment these godless creations can escape and kill my men, and I would have to live with the burden that I failed at keeping them at bay?"

"Let me tell you a story of someone who was in this very predicament. Do you know of a man named Hesiod?"

"Of course I do, Hesiod, the father of Greek poetry. I studied him exeedingly while I was in college."

"Good, good. I gave him what he needed to understand the separation of death and life, duty and pleasure. This is what came from our conversation." the scholar said.

"And there the children of dark Night have their dwellings, Sleep and Death, awful gods. The glowing Sun never looks upon them with his beams, neither as he goes up into heaven, nor as he comes down from heaven. And death roams peacefully over the earth and the sea's broad back and is kindly to men; but sleep has a heart of iron, and his spirit within him is pitiless as bronze: whomsoever of men he has once seized he holds fast: and he is hateful even to the deathless gods."

"Do you understand now? Death and sleep are two vastly different entities who should not be confused with one another," the scholar explained.

"All I took from that is sleep is evil and death is the good one."

"No, not completely. To fully delve into your duties at the Authority you must understand they are two different entities, capable of their own evils. Right now, you think of them as one, and that is why you think of your duty as an extension of yourself."

"I don't understand scholar, you want me to be a mindless follower only responding to commands? How will that help me in containing these… these horrid creations?"

"Let me share a poem with you. Maybe this will clear the haze which blocks your understanding".

The Darkness and the Dream
Two apples of the same branch
Fell to the Earth in a scorching beam
Soon to be eaten by man once more.

When the gods do reach the doorstep of man
And the Nivaldian lights shine again
The cruelty and subjugations will be revealed
And Thanatos will no longer abstain.

And may serenity guide those who dare face Death
For they know not of their wrong doing
They know only of dreams of grandeur
But the brother of the Reaper,
Holds the very dreams they hope for within.

As they ascend the final peaks of Death's domain
They see the very truth they hope to banish
That no matter the differences between it and them
They all hold the same nothingness within.

When they may meet face to face
The dreams and torment they hold dear give way to the Reaper stark
And they realize the malfeasances they have commited
Upon the children of the dark.

As Nivaldi craddles his face inside the hands of fate
And the tears of Nihil stream down
Only then will they know of the gifts they recieve
And how they bit the hand that fed them.

When the final days caress them
And the horror they hold within rears its face from their chests
The tribulations of Thanatos will be complete
And the promise of Death will be delivered
For Death is a gracious god, while brother Sleep is unforgiving.

"Do you see now the wrongdoing of your ways" the scholar asked. "You try and contain gods and you wonder why you are smote."

"What do you suggest we do, let them run amok doing what they please? The poem was nice and all but it still doesn't mean we can let them go."

"No, but it does mean you shouldn't hold the weight of the evils upon your back. You should look to see inside yourself whether you seek Death or Sleep. You do not always have to deny who you are for the betterment of the Authority," the scholar replied.

"I understand I need to look inside myself. But when you are in my position you have no other option than to function for the greater good. Every day I go to sleep thinking it'll be my last. I'm starting to forget what the difference is. Every time I close my eyes I take a gamble at whether I'll be able to open them again."

"The fact that you do not know the difference shows all I need to see. Death should be treated as an old friend and not as the tax collector, and when you finally realize that, you will feel bliss. No matter the fear you feel, no matter the gamble you take in your position of power, you must remember to embrace the gifts Nivaldi has given you and your people will know the truth behind the very evils you hold within those walls."

"It's not the fact of whether I fear death or not, it's the fact that I fear not knowing when it will come."

"I have said this a thousand times before to people in the same position as yours. Yesterday is never to come again, tomorrow is a mystery but today, is a gift. Next time you waver between the options of death and sleep remember this, Director. Death is not a destination but simply a new path you take with an old friend."

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