"Vampirism's kind of an odd thing that way," he says. "I mean, you die, but you never get Reaped, that's the real difference. After reaping there's no coming back."
"All that is gold does not glitter, Not all those who wander are lost; The old that is strong does not wither, Deep roots are not reached by the frost."
"In my world, there's Reapers, and an angel, and when you die they Reap your soul from your body and send it to Heaven, Hell, or Purgatory. Some thing about balance? I don't know, I never actually died all the way - I mean, I died, but my soul wasn't Reaped permanently."
"All that is gold does not glitter, Not all those who wander are lost; The old that is strong does not wither, Deep roots are not reached by the frost."
"From my understanding there was one afterlife where everyone went, but then Heaven and Hell were separated from Earth - the name of our world - and to keep the balance souls had to go to one or the other based upon their humanity or goodness or something. If it was equal or they were just innocent or something they go to Purgatory for reincarnation. Hell's basically eternal torment and demons, and Heaven's the opposite," Kratzer explains.
"All that is gold does not glitter, Not all those who wander are lost; The old that is strong does not wither, Deep roots are not reached by the frost."
"All that is gold does not glitter, Not all those who wander are lost; The old that is strong does not wither, Deep roots are not reached by the frost."
"Well, I guess I feel like it's a lot simpler. When you die... your soul returns to the heart of the planet... where Magic is. It's where life started, so it makes sense for you to kind of... go out and then go back in. I mean, I wouldn't know what it's like to die and what that feels like. But uh! 'S far as hell goes, it's more of an idea than an actual place. A state of being. I think it originated a long time ago before I was even born? Something about dark and evil magic having a different kind of end than the average... being. That probably sounds super vague, though," he says with a bit of a shrug and smile.
"Well, damn, I'd take it over Hell any day," he says with a short, rueful laugh, a deep sorrow written across his features for a fleeting moment.
"All that is gold does not glitter, Not all those who wander are lost; The old that is strong does not wither, Deep roots are not reached by the frost."
Bo smiled a little, but he noticed the look on Kratzer's face. The look of a man who'd been through a lot, and probably a lot more than he ever deserved. He gave Kratzer a few gentle pats on the back. "Well, I guess if you stick around, then you just might! Though I dunno when, since you said you're pretty dang hard to kill, haha."
He chuckled. "True, that, I can't cheat Azrael forever. She'll come for me eventually I'm sure."
"All that is gold does not glitter, Not all those who wander are lost; The old that is strong does not wither, Deep roots are not reached by the frost."
He shook his head. "Nein, she's the angel of death. The ultimate Reaper, if you will. I've seen her before but for whatever reason she hasn't yet deemed it my time. I don't know whether to be annoyed or thankful that she let me live when I should've died, honestly."
The frigid air burned his skin and only served to agitate his already-failing lungs. He stumbled onwards through the whirling snow and struggled to keep ambling forward. The crimson blood had turned brown on his fingers and his tears froze on his cheeks, knuckles white as he clutched the ebony crucifix that was all he had left of his life's few joys.
"All that is gold does not glitter, Not all those who wander are lost; The old that is strong does not wither, Deep roots are not reached by the frost."
Kratzer nods in agreement. "She is, especially with her scythe."
"All that is gold does not glitter, Not all those who wander are lost; The old that is strong does not wither, Deep roots are not reached by the frost."
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