Disclaimer: I do not own Oliver Twist or anything associated with it. I also do not own Soul Eater or anything associated with it. I especially do not own the lyrics to "Where Is Love."
Hey this is kind of crossoverish, so yea. ENJOY!
Eternity.
That's how long a Death God can live, as long as he follows the rules. The rules are simple and go as follows: speak, 2. do not touch anything but corpse, 3. leave immediately after soul collection, no lingering. Although rule number three is almost always ignored, by myself at least. Sounds simply delightful, just the thought, living forever. However, if it sounds too good to be true, it is. No questions, no exceptions. I haven't lived even half of eternity, and I wish to live no longer in this seemingly false existence. The job of a death god is simple; take the dead soul and leave. No words, no comfort, nothing. Take it, leave; move on to the next soul to be collected.
Simple?
Imagine having to pry out the small soul of a child, as their mother hunches over them hot tears falling on the corpse. Sbaking the small body desperately as if the child will sipmly wake up, only to reassure her of her child's death. Imagine, a father, climbing out of the rubble of his previous home to find his family, his wife, his children dead. All dead. I wish to return the souls as they almost burn my fingers, I want to comfort the man, but I cannot, it is against the might think after over a thousand years, I would be immune to the tears running down the face of a survivor, a friend, a family member. But no, it still feels like a cold dagger running through my hearts slowly twisting as I pluck the small human soul caress it, purify it to the best of my ability.
Color.
Color, a distraction, I need a distraction, I don't want to see another crying face, another bloody victim die next to their loved ones. I can't watch, instead I focus on color. I watch the setting sun, the snow blanketed earth, any type of distraction. A beautiful chocolate colored sky that looks like brown paint smeared on old canvas is my favorite, and I am told that it suits me well, a spectacularly dark sky. I watch the colors, anything but the anguish filled faces of the friend, the family members, the survivors. Distraction is my sleep, my vacation from this terrible job. I don't sleep; a god has no use for such primitive things, although even if I did there would be no one to do my job. How wonderful, no god of death for a short amount of time! As previously stated if it sounds too good to be true it is. If there was no god of death for just an hour there would be no end to people's suffering. No end to the tears, the shaking of their loved ones as they try in a futile attempt to save their lives. My distraction is color; color is my break, my vacation.
A/N: I'll post the rest of this in a bit, today proabably. Review if you like, if you don't then go away hater!