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Death stormed up to Fate. Storming was something He was good at, despite not actually having any form of a temperament.
'What was all that about?' He grated. 'It's how it goes. Life cuts em loose, I take over and bring them to you. She was on my list, but it wasn't her time'
Fate studied Death's lack of face, puzzled.
'Whatever do you mean?', He enquired.
'A certain 'Mary Phelps' has died. Life closed her contract with Her. I went to collect her, but couldn't do it. It was like that time when Mischief put a living person on my collection sheet, except this time I could see it was really mine'
'You mean there is a mortal, neither living nor dead, walking loose?'
'Yes. It gets worse. I've got a funeral director for you. Our Mary seems to have changed her diet.'
Fate clapped His hands, and a vague outline of a shadow of a God appeared, along with a few of what might have been particles of shiny dust, but moved too erratically to be dust. They were orbs, tiny specks of paranormal activity. Quite the collectors item.
'Paranormal, is this your doing?'
Paranormal just remained mostly still, and Death's scythe started vibrating.
'Okay, fair enough, I forgot, ok? Is this your doing? Please give us a sign. Maybe knock a door, once for yes and twice for no.'
Thud!
'You did it?'
Thud! Thud!
A paintbrush leapt from a nearby easel, and began writing on the canvas, right over Creativity's 'Opportunity Knocks'.
'Ain't got no soul', read Fate. 'Well, pardon my choice in music!'
'Evil took her soul, so Death can't. She is undead. I helped.', Death finished. 'A new kind of immortal?'
Thud!
'Probably has the usual hallmarks of Evil types, then, like strange allergies?'
Thud!
Fate shook His head in disbelief. At this prompt, Athy appeared.
'I see my idea has caused a stir, then?', He said.
Fate and Death simultaneously nodded.
Thud!
'Don't worry. This new breed won't be taking over. I have other ideas, too. Darkness was feeling a bit bored, and War felt a bit neglected, so I saw to it that there will be a War against the forces of Darkness. Is that so hard to figure?'
Thud!
'Sorry, did I ask for your opinion?'
Thud Thud!
'Go spook someone who cares.'
The paintbrush swiveled in the air, and Athy followed it with His eyes, as it proceeded to daub 'LOSER' across His forehead, promptly dropping to the floor as Paranormal left. Fate, however, fully understood the Logic in Athy's new idea. It seemed quite the masterpiece for a God's first act. A balance needed to be maintained, plus Good had been complaining about the working hours.
Blindness staggered through the arch from a side room.
'Hello? Is someone here?', He said.
'Yep, I'm here.', replied Athy.
'Ah, excellent.' said Blindness, and began walking purposefully towards Athy. 'I needed a voice to gui..AAGH!'
He had tripped on the leg of the easel, and Blindness, easel and Athy fell into a heap on the floor, just as the door opened.
Creativity and Happiness stopped short when they saw the mess. As Creativity went pale, Happiness fled.
Athy sat up, and looked from Creativity to the ruined painting, and back.
'Uh...haunted', He tried.
Fate interjected.
'Yes. We've had some Paranormal activity. We needed some help with a ghastly problem, and, well, He preferred Opportunity over knocks. Besides, I'm not so sure the door was going to withstand too much more.'