It would be rude if he didn't finish it. Not that Matthias was some sort of arbiter of politeness.
"Mm, I can believe that." While he doesn't kill humans directly, he's been known to have an indirect hand in it. That's probably just what happens after he worms his way into their hearts and souls and then just... abandons them when he's bored.
"I like to think of myself as a storm. Awesome and beautiful and its power, but leaving only devastation in its wake. That's too romantic, though. She wasn't one of mine," he added nodding toward Death. "I think she was just tired of living."
"No. She was not one of yours. She experienced many tragedies and could not maintain. It is time for her to have peace."
Souls like hers? They were not suited to rebirth. They were best kept with him to rest. Returning a soul that damaged into a new life would only breed a harsh tragedy. He'd seen the cracks and it was time to pull her away from the world for good.
"Storms will move through the world and can bring disaster for those unprepared. They leave destruction and death in their wake when they have moved on. In those times I am pulled to collect the fallen. A similar thing happens when you move on as well."
Then Death would again come in to collect the fallen. So to liken Matthias to a storm was rather accurate. Perhaps not quite to the level of a natural disaster but a storm was simple enough. A few possible deaths that would require his attention and nothing more.
How apt. Matthias would agree that he's no natural disaster. That's far more damage than he wanted to cause. It's part of why he has such a low opinion of the many demons he's met: they're mindlessly destructive, wasting so many resources in the process. Matthias liked having the option of going back for seconds.
"Do many of mine die because of me?" He's not worried, only curious. Whatever they do when they stop calling him, stop banging on his door, stop screaming up to his window at some awful time of day... It's not his business once he's done with them.
"It depends," he said in that whispering tone. "Sometimes they are not ready yet." Perhaps because this demon was still feeding on them. Perhaps not. He didn't know and it wasn't really his place to say. Matthias could do as he wished because he was only there to collect the souls.
"But they all fall in the end when you are finished."
Death nodded but there was no signs of sadness in his expression. It was a fact that all things came to an end. The only thing that ever lingered on was himself. Himself and Time. But he hadn't spoken to that entity in a very long while. They rarely had reasons to interact though neither of them felt negatively about the other.
He finished his cereal then sat back with his hands in his lap. "Must you always count as you did?"
Ugh, must he be reminded of that? Matthias pulls a few, wrinkling his nose with a deep frown. "I must," he answered after a moment in which that scowl turned into more of a pout. Matthias leaned back against the counter, cross his arms over his chest with a quiet little huff.
Hm. An odd characteristic. He wondered why that was the case. Was it something to give creatures a chance to escape such a powerful being? Possibly. He wasn't entirely sure and it wasn't really something he'd had to consider before. Something he likely wouldn't consider again in the future either honestly. There was no reason for him to, after all.
"It would take up a great deal of your time depending on what was cast."
The expression changes subtly, something growing softer, perhaps a bit warmer in those dark eyes.
"I once knew a priest who kept a handful of rice grains in his pocket to throw in my path." He was quite fond of doing it whenever Matthias was being particularly annoying to him. Which was often, since Matthias enjoys being a significant annoyance.
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"Mm, I can believe that." While he doesn't kill humans directly, he's been known to have an indirect hand in it. That's probably just what happens after he worms his way into their hearts and souls and then just... abandons them when he's bored.
"I like to think of myself as a storm. Awesome and beautiful and its power, but leaving only devastation in its wake. That's too romantic, though. She wasn't one of mine," he added nodding toward Death. "I think she was just tired of living."
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Souls like hers? They were not suited to rebirth. They were best kept with him to rest. Returning a soul that damaged into a new life would only breed a harsh tragedy. He'd seen the cracks and it was time to pull her away from the world for good.
"Though, a storm is appropriate for you."
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"You think?" He preened a little at having his own concept of himself affirmed. Maybe it wasn't too romantic after all. "What makes you think so?"
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Then Death would again come in to collect the fallen. So to liken Matthias to a storm was rather accurate. Perhaps not quite to the level of a natural disaster but a storm was simple enough. A few possible deaths that would require his attention and nothing more.
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"Do many of mine die because of me?" He's not worried, only curious. Whatever they do when they stop calling him, stop banging on his door, stop screaming up to his window at some awful time of day... It's not his business once he's done with them.
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"But they all fall in the end when you are finished."
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"Well," Matthias all but purred with a rolling shrug of his shoulders. "The are only human."
And humans die. Eventually. Every single one of them. Without fail.
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He finished his cereal then sat back with his hands in his lap. "Must you always count as you did?"
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"It's irritating."
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"It would take up a great deal of your time depending on what was cast."
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"I once knew a priest who kept a handful of rice grains in his pocket to throw in my path." He was quite fond of doing it whenever Matthias was being particularly annoying to him. Which was often, since Matthias enjoys being a significant annoyance.