2 Death's gods

-Please go, Prince Kenton needs to rest, the queen will take care of him from now on -

One of the queen's bridesmaids urges the other maids to leave the room. And once they were removed, the crude and customary act of warning and punishment by the queen began.

-How could you fail in that stupid way and on top of that you let your arm get damaged-

The queen expressed with a tone between fury and hatred as she took her son by the shoulders, shook him and fitted his nails. A painful look is shown on the prince's face. As if wanting to get away from this suffering, he watched the arms that press with increasing force. It is clear that this time she will not let go so easily unless she plays along.

-Don't you dare try to do that again-

[Motherfucker! ....]

Seeing that the prince stopped fighting, the queen prepared to calm down as well.

-Well, it's fine, I'm sorry, but since you forgot your position, I was forced to remind you, as your mother I must make you understand that you are the Crown Prince you should not be ashamed because you would embarrass us all-

As if she had never hurt him or spoke with a grudge, she sat next to him on the bed, this woman looking like a worried mother speaking to him suddenly in a loving and calm way.

The reality was different.

[Not that you care that the "Crown Prince" was injured, rather, the fact that you almost lost the pawn that would help your "only" son to achieve glory disturbed you, eh you crazy old woman]

-Today's practice was terrible and look how you were, you must be tired. The doctor said you should stay in bed so we leave it like that for today-

The queen hugged him as if wanting to give him affection. Railey puts on her best poker face to avoid arousing suspicion as she looks over the queen's shoulders at one of the maids.

Specifically to the queen's bridesmaid and chief confidante. That woman was giving a disgusting and cold smile, as if making fun of the current situation. At the same time, Railey thought about how to continue the show.

[I'm sorry but you will have to be the first on the list .... hehehe]

The queen slowly backed away and prepared to leave. Not without first putting her hand on her son's face while saying:

-Remember that you are the future of this nation, you cannot fail since you are our greatest pride Kenton-

[Future of the nation? Greater pride? Ptfff !!!]

Containing the inner taunt, Railey looks at the queen and flashes her a bright playful smile.

-I know and I promise not to forget it again mother-

-I know you won't forget it, then get well soon so you don't keep wasting anyone's time. Goodbye Kenton

It seemed more like an order than a good wish for recovery, but it didn't matter as Railey decided their fates as soon as they walked through the door and closed it.

He was crestfallen and stoic, his gaze darkening to his left hand in a cast. He decided to forget them for the moment to think about what bothered him since he woke up in this world. After thinking cold for almost half an hour, he began to draw conclusions and analysis of what happened.

[Who was? Who would dare to go against death and ruin my life to this point?

Thanatos would not go against her word, death is cruel and fair when it comes to making contracts ... The Black Calamities of Keres ... too far-fetched to be that, they would not invade the jurisdiction of another God of Death unless the occasion merits it ... if it had been any other God ... no, no one could mess with a designated soul collector unless they wanted to end up as mortals mmmm ... unless ... mmm the only thing I can think is that it was. ..it's a reverend madness .... a primordial .... and if so because ... oh shit .... aghhh !!!]

At such a thought his hand began to heat up even more causing him an almost piercing pain.

[I got close enough, right, just because ... aghh]

He felt a ghostly cold on his back that ran down his spine. Death was near but it is not what he knew, it was another kind of death. Although this particular death might help you understand part of why.

The only way to invoke a god of death was to wait or hasten the death of him or someone or by performing a sacrifice on their behalf, so he decided to prepare and schedule the meeting place.

Requesting a contract and asking for a response, with those goals in mind, begins to move on the game board.