“So, who’s going to die today?”

Pausing at the all to familiar question, the personification of Death glanced up from its laptop to meet its younger brothers gays. Or rather, it’s younger sister it seemed. Evidently, War had gotten tired of the musclebound Loughead appearance she had been thundering around in not two minutes ago. Choosing instead to manifest as an Amazonian Warrior of alt. An Amazonian Warrior of all that apparently toted around a very much modern day gun. A very much modern day gun that was now expertly pointed towards her older siblings head.

Death rolled its eyes.

Apparently, it’s siblings were bored today.

Turning back to its emails, Death lifted a hand and waved it at War in a shoeing gesture; hoping and vain that its sibling would get the hint without it having to magic the menace away.

The gun was cocked

Death side, the hand that had been shoeing its sister away, effortlessly turning into a well practiced snap as it summoned its magic.

With a plume of purple smoke, War vanished with a splutter.

And with a bang, Death expertly tilted out of the way of the bullet that had been fired its way before its sister had disappeared.

It sighed, while it could logically understand why its siblings were so bored, what with them effectively being grounded until the apocalypse began; It couldn’t understand why they decided to take out their boredom on Death itself.

It’s not like it wass Death’s fault they had been caged in the first place.

That had been all on Pestilence and Famine.

And sure, War had egg them on, but in the end, it had been Pestilence and Famine to summon the asteroid that had hit earth.

Which, not that they had cared, had made a butt load of extra work for Death in the aftermath.

Which was also a shame, because Death had really liked the dinosaurs.

Shaking its head , Death got back to work.