Black Jade
The Jade Emperor, God of Humans
Damien Tobiah Death
Damien was definitely a sight to behold. A child of the closest thing this world had to a God, and the leader of souls. Well, an Immature one. He was at the weakest stage that a Shinigami could reach, due to him having a magic problem as a child, he progressed slower. But he grew now, and was progressing incredibly fast.
But, he was still at the lower ranks. He was the weakest Shinigami by far in recorded time, but was also the one who held the most potential. He was currently in a flying carriage, floating down from the Realm he was born in, with his father, Death, in front of him. They stayed silent as they rode, until his father finally decided to break the silence.
"Now Damien." he spoke with his commanding voice, "I don't want you to go all willy nilly, and start fights. You might get killed." Damien sighed, finally looking at his father. "One, I won't die. I may not be the strongest Shinigami but I have proven to hold my own. Two, father I'm not a complete idiot, I won't start random fights. And three, I'm immortal, I won't die."
"No, I'M immortal. You? You just age slowly and regenerate small wounds." he ruffled his sons hair, as Damien was still yet to know the price for having a successor as a Shinigami."Please Damien . . . For me? Just be careful." Damien blinked at his father, who never truly liked to share his emotions, and sighed. "Fine, fine . . ."
The Carriage stopped, opening up to the front of a forest. Death held Damiens shoulder, "Grow strong my son . . ." he muttered, and pulled him into a whisper, "And be careful of the 2nd Gate." Before Damien could utter a word, the man disappeared with the Carriage, leaving Damien by himself. He blinked, and shrugged it off. "No matter . . ."
Damiens turned, hands in his pockets as he simply walked into the forest.
But, he was still at the lower ranks. He was the weakest Shinigami by far in recorded time, but was also the one who held the most potential. He was currently in a flying carriage, floating down from the Realm he was born in, with his father, Death, in front of him. They stayed silent as they rode, until his father finally decided to break the silence.
"Now Damien." he spoke with his commanding voice, "I don't want you to go all willy nilly, and start fights. You might get killed." Damien sighed, finally looking at his father. "One, I won't die. I may not be the strongest Shinigami but I have proven to hold my own. Two, father I'm not a complete idiot, I won't start random fights. And three, I'm immortal, I won't die."
"No, I'M immortal. You? You just age slowly and regenerate small wounds." he ruffled his sons hair, as Damien was still yet to know the price for having a successor as a Shinigami."Please Damien . . . For me? Just be careful." Damien blinked at his father, who never truly liked to share his emotions, and sighed. "Fine, fine . . ."
The Carriage stopped, opening up to the front of a forest. Death held Damiens shoulder, "Grow strong my son . . ." he muttered, and pulled him into a whisper, "And be careful of the 2nd Gate." Before Damien could utter a word, the man disappeared with the Carriage, leaving Damien by himself. He blinked, and shrugged it off. "No matter . . ."
Damiens turned, hands in his pockets as he simply walked into the forest.