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He never picked favorites out of his brothers, but that didn't mean he cared for any of them specifically. Together they were the Four Horseman, and apart they each had their own purpose throughout this universe. It, however, wasn't out of the ordinary for them to occasionally meet. He found each of them annoying in their own certain ways so their meeting was never very long. He was the strongest of the four, the other three bending to the will, more or less happily, to Lucifer when the sot bound them. His brothers were always more easily persuaded.

Pestilience had been the brother of the meeting that day, the two had met in some small fish-and-chips spot. Upon the presence of both Pestilence and Death, none of the mortals in the shop stood a chance of enjoying their late lunch. Some kind of disease with boils spread like wildfire after his brother's entrance, and those who were further back managed to get to their feet before whatever other symptoms killed them.

The only good thing was that Death at least ordered his food before Pestilence infected everyone in it. His brother was aware of the happenings of London, but Death was not surprised in the least that Pestilence didn't care at all. No, it did not affect him. He did not care for the natural order of things. He created, he perfected, and he infected. He sent a few reapers with his brother after he left, and once again, he was alone. He preferred to be alone, and naturally, it did not seem to last long. He had just started on his milkshake when the door to fish-and-chips store opened and someone walked in.

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He let her play the confused fool, something it seemed she was quite good at. Even his reapers sometimes played oblivious throughout time, and he had seen all the looks that could ever be for it. No one had ever tricked him or got away with it. He might not have had God's ability to be omniscient, but Death knew much more than he ever truly let on. His eyebrows did arch up when she said he looked rather smart, a compliment he did not truly believe she utterly meant.

"You know exactly what I'm referring to, Amelia Ashford. I have little patience for those who pretend to be oblivious. I know. There isn't much I don't know to be quite honest." He paused for a second, glancing over at her. "I highly doubt I look like someone you know. It's your gut I think. Reminding you of my familiarity... and making you extremely uncomfortable at the same time, am I right? I tend to be a bit unsettling to protozoas, such as yourself. I do have to admire that though. That sense. It is something that is different in each species. It tries to keep you alive. Your... survivial instinct I suppose? Death does have a tendency to set that kind of thing off." He did chuckle at that. A cold laugh.

"This time, it is not the invitation that draws me here." His dark eyes moved from Amelia to the door of the bathroom. "Before the day breaks, I will be needed here."

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"No, I don’t think it has either. But I guess I wouldn’t know if I had or hadn’t, would I?" Amelia forced a nervous giggle. She looked into the mirror in front of her again and tucked one of her long brown curls behind her ear, and plucking the flower from her hair, turning it over absentmindedly in her hands, hardly noticing she was doing it before she placed it back in her hair. Something he said caught her attention, she turned to him with an oblivious look, and put on a tone of childish innocence. "Six hundred years?" She said curiously, "I’m sorry, I’m not sure what you’re talking about." Amelia returned her gaze back to herself, she straightened her dress and rearranged the jewellery she was wearing.

She thought it strange that he didn’t know what he looked like, he seemed old enough to have looked in a mirror at least once in his life. However, she simply brushed it off. “You look rather smart if you don’t mind me saying.” She said as she looked at his reflection. He seemed terribly familiar, however he reassured her that she did not. “Sorry, you must just look like someone I know. But, it’s sort of hard to tell, with the number of people I’ve met.” She smiled, searching around inside her reclaimed bag for something.

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I’m old, Dean. Very old. So I invite you to contemplate how insignificant I find you.

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I really don't care about your arrangement nor do I care about what Crowley is doing or what he is withholding from you. God did not make his angels useless. Figure it out on your own.

Yes, I heard about his…promotion. Ah, yes, we have…an arrangement of sorts, or we did, before the Apocalypse in the nineties. Still mostly standing though.

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Of course he's hiding something, he's a demon. King of Hell, he calls himself.

Oh? You wish to know? Well then, by all means, I guess I should tell you. You know, I seem to remember hearing about your peculiar friendship with Crowley.

I thought as much. And Crowley won’t tell me everything. He’s hiding something, I can tell, and I wish to know what it is.

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"More of a plan than anyone else I think. As of right now, I think I'm the one with the ball in my court or whatever human reference it is." He told her, waving his hand as he talked. He paused for a moment, looking back at up at her. "You and I know both that everything could change drastically. Either something is keeping everything at bay, or something else is happening.  I don't want your help, but you're rather close to the Doctor. I would want you to relay a message. I don't care if you do give it or if you keep it to yourself, but you will listen." His voice was unwavering, a command and not anything else.

"You'll tell whatever Doctor or all the Doctors to either do what he does best, or I will. And there will be no rewriting time to prevent that." A slow smile spread across his face. "He can certainly try if he would like. I think I would like showing him how I'd rip his TARDIS apart." He let out a chuckle.

"Do you understand, Melody Pond?"

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"Enjoying? I'd use that term much loosely, but I suppose it would suffice." He said after a moment of thought, reaching for a napkin to wipe some grease off his fingers as he turned to look over at Lucifer. "Have you recognized all the things that are happening around London? The effects could be catastrophic over a long period of time." He more meant the people being ripped from the future and the past, from death to living, and from even different universes.

"You're right though. Neither of us would be so idiotic." He did not apologize for any offense that could have been taken from that. It only made sense that the two least likely people to rip him out of the cage was himself or his father. And yet, there were really not many other options of who could do such a thing, at least there was only two until now.

"Something else pulled you of the cage along with your brother, and no one has a single clue who. Or more importantly, why." He stared at Lucifer, leaving his next question unspoken. Did Lucifer remember anything?

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Lucifer rolled his eyes as he talked. Talking to Death it was always different yet the same. It gave him a sense of remembrance, but still it was never very pleasant. One thing Lucifer respected about him was that he never spoke of something he did not believe. Every word that left his mouth he believed true to the very end. Lucifer was one of many lies and tricks, but that did not mean he could not appreciate honesty. 

""Glad to see you’re enjoying your self," he gave a strange look to the food. "No?" he gave him a questioning look. "I had no idea you were here. Although, I doubt it was you or my father." he shrugged.

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Well, he's definitely not in the cage anymore. I am not Michael's caretaker so for as his whereabouts I could care less. However, many angels are circling London so I'd take a gander that he might show up sooner or later. As for Crowley, why don't you ask him?

Two things. Michael’s whereabouts and…what has Crowley been doing?

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A dry smile appeared on his thin lips, stretching across his gaunt face. Oh how he hadn't heard that one before. There was sometimes in his reaping that he would get that, a simple do I know you? Sometimes it had to do with saying their full name, but the familiarity that most people felt when they looked at him was also a factor. Despite ever looking at his face, everyone felt that way when they looked at Death. He was a stranger to them, but a familiar one that touched their lives in countless ways. Everyone knew death in essence.

Before he could answer, however, the girl doubled over and he watched her down the bridge of his nose, his fingers sliding over the hand piece of his cane. All of the sudden, she seemed to forget his entire presence as she looked into the mirror, her eyes locking on something in her hair. A moonflower. He raised his eyebrows at her when she finally seemed to remember he was there, the question causing him to frown slightly. He wasn't one to be forgotten so easily.

"I don't believe short term memory loss ever affected you before." He said, his tone not the least bit pleased. "Six hundred years or so, perhaps it had an affect on your mental capacity though I highly doubt it." He glanced also in the mirror, straightening his tie. "Is that what this form looks like? Hm." It was actually the first time he had ever truly looked at himself in a mirror. Gazing at his current form he had taken for this planet was not high on his list. Only God, the angels, and his brothers ever truly saw him.

"For the answer of your question, the answer is no. More of, you know of me." He looked over his shoulder at her. "Though there were several times you almost met me."

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Amelia eyed the man stood before her, something about him seemed familiar. She raised an eyebrow as he placed the candy in his mouth.  ”Do I know you?” She finally asked, her stomach beginning to feel strange again. She decided to ask this question first, before requesting her bag or asking him why he was even in the Ladies toilets. 

She also noticed that previously, the bathroom had been warm, due to the numerous amounts of radiators which lined the room, but now an icy chill had descended on the room. The sudden change in temperature caused her to shiver and rub her left arm in an attempt to rid herself of the goosebumps which had formed there.

As time passed, Amelia began to feel more and more uncomfortable in the presence of this man. She had considered grabbing her bag from his grasp, especially as he had retrieved his cane, but she had a feeling that the atmosphere in the ballroom would not be much different. Deciding to stay, for the minute at least, she leaned against the marble counter-top on which the sinks were placed, sighing quietly. 

She lurched as pain shot through her stomach and she doubled over. Standing back up straight, she ran a hand through her hair, and repositioning the moonflower which was previously placed in her hair. She smiled as she turned to the mirror, ignoring the pain, and focusing on the white flower in her hair. It was the flower Daniel had given her earlier that day, and matched the moonstone pendant and earrings that she wore. 

She remembered the man who had been stood beside her, and turned to him quickly. “I’m sorry. I completely forgot you were there.” She apologized, laughing nervously. 

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It depends on what kind, Aziraphale.

You're not the only angel who has come to me searching for answers.

Information, if you have it and are willing to provide. 

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You know, sneaking up on me can be bad for your health.

What do you want?

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Much like the last event, an invitation had somehow tucked itself inside his pocket. If he hadn't been a being of exceptional self-control, this unimportant island's population would have been halved quite suddenly as his temper flared. He wished he knew who threw the events. There was never a name or a sponsor, nor ever a meet and greet. Never a sign or a logo in sight at the event hall. He knew he had to go since he could not let this slip even though he had suspicion that he would not see the sender.

As time grew closer, his need to go changed from not just letting an opportunity (if there was one) slip from his grasp to a necessity of going. Something else was pulling him now just from even looking at the card. Although he could not look into the future and see exactly what it was, his presence there was not going to be for naught. He had a feeling that by the end of the party, he would be seeing many of his children there as well. That was the thing about being him. He always knew where he needed to be. It didn't always matter why.

He did not bother with going through the door and giving his invitation to anyone. No, he had gone in that way before and it had merited nothing in return. Instead, he simply appeared inside the building. Usually, he had much more accuracy about where he wanted to be, but all buildings on earth were not alike and as he gazed about all that he could see was that he had appeared in a latrine.

Someone else was in a stall and he had no intention of staying to find out who. He had taken a few steps, but the bag had caught his eye, or more importantly, something inside the bag had caught his senses. It was a candy, something he could snack on. While he could always get whatever he wanted, he had no qualms of taking what wasn't his.

Instead of answering her, he pulled out the small candy from the bag and held it up for a moment for her inspection, before unwrapping it and popping it into his mouth. He wasn't exactly a fan of candy, he preferred fried things, but he did like some. "If I wanted to steal from you, Amelia Ashford, I'd steal much more than the few things you carry in your bag." He finally said, reaching for his cane that had been propped against the sink.

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Amelia turned the invitation over in her hands. The small card was very vague, only a date, a time and a place were written very simply in the middle. The simplicity made the invite seem strange, but it was elegant enough to seem trustworthy. She was still unsure about whether she should attend the Party, and she still felt this way as she walked down the street, towards the venue printed on the card. 

The steps which led up to the hall reminded her of those which were outside the venue of the masquerade ball, the familiarity was uncanny, and Amie thought the two buildings must have been built by the same company. Her white, four-inch high-heels made loud clicking noises against the stone steps. The noise echoing into the small entrance hall in front of her, and also back into the street behind her. 

She cringed slightly as she passed the doorman. The man had taken her invitation, and she had been allowed to enter. She didn’t even know why, but as she crossed the threshold, a huge wave of dread dropped over her. She felt her stomach sink, making her feel as though she would throw up any second. She spotted a door marked ‘Ladies’ out of the corner of her eye and ran inside as quick as she could. 

The room was well decorated. It looked more like a bedroom than a bathroom, but the sinks and toilet stalls set the two apart. She quickly ran to one of the sinks. Amelia set her bag down against one of the mirrors as she placed her hands either side of the bowl and breathed deeply, her chest rising and falling as her heart began to thump against her ribs. She quickly ran to one of the stalls, slamming the door shut behind her and bolting it. As she reached the toilet, all of the previous feelings faded. Her breathing had returned to normal, her heart rate had slowed and she no longer felt the overwhelming dread.

She bit her lip, hoping that nobody had seen her, before straightening her hair and patting down her dress. The peach material cut off above her knee, it was tight around her chest and waist, but flowed until the end of the skirt. She blamed the tightness of her outfit for her previous encounter, and stepped out of the stall only to see someone rummaging through her clutch-bag, which she had left by the sinks. “Excuse me!” She raised her voice, “What do you think you’re doing?” 

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He stooped down to pick up the can that he stopped with his foot, turning to the back when she mentioned the names. "I don't require food, but I do prefer anything these protozoas fry. And pizza, Chicago style is my favorite." He said with a dry smirk as it was more of an inside joke with him. Noting some of the names on the back, he placed the can on the shelf not caring whether it was where it belonged or not.

"Not a wonder, I assure you. If everything died after eating foods like this, I'd be bored until the universe ended." He added with a sigh, watching as people rushed to help the person who had knocked over all those cans, and picking them up.

"It has been some time since I've seen you, Sigyn. Well, you didn't really see me last time. Too focused on other things I believe." He said as he slipped his hands into his pockets. He did not mean them in a hurtful way, but the implications were there where she might be able to think of the last time he saw her. "What brings you to... what's the name your kind call this place again? There are so many different names over the universe, I lose interest in saying them to the right person."

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Bringing people back from the past who are suppose to be already dead can change quite a lot. Think about it, Anna. If you did something in the past that might have been influential and suddenly, you're not there anymore to do it, imagine that consequence. Take people who are not even suppose to be in this universe into it, you wouldn't think it would cause damage, but it does. Not to mention, the entire fabric of reality is being stretched enough that it could rip apart. [He listened to her, not responding for a moment.] I don't care what you do. Babysitting angels is not my job. You can think of me what you like. I have a general idea of the emotions living creatures go through, but I am above it all. I'm Death. I will be here until the universe ceases to exist.

What could be the consequences?[She asked, then she stopped questioning her heart and decided] I am gonna still try to postpone it as long as I can, I can’t let this country vanish because of a fight. If you can help….[She shrugged] If anything or anyone can help I am gonna try it. even if it means going back to death at least I won’t watch people getting ripped to pieces. You won’t understand you never lived between them, they are something else, they are worth fighting for, everyone of them good or bad, they are worth it.

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"Your level of arrogance never ceases to irk." He looked over at the angel, hsi hand reaching out for his soda and taking a long sip.

There was a light smirk that stretched across his pale gaunt face at his next comment. "He's actually quite the opposite. He might proceed you in how rude he can be. You two have that in common along with binding me once." He tapped at the empty basket of onion rings and looked over directly at the bar keeper who took the basket and soon had another fresh basket on his plate.

"One of the few things these protozoas managed to make that wasn't horrendous. Fried food." He took a bite out of one. "Have you come to me to ask if I was the one that let you out of the pit or God?" 

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"Oh, come on don’t be like that." Lucifer teased.

Lucifer was well aware Death had a very strong dislike towards him. It was quite common for him, and Death wasn’t exactly cuddles and hugs.But, he didn’t really care all that much. A lot of beings didn’t like him, why should he take any of that to heart? It was more fun to annoy them.

"Hilarious. I’m sure the stupid Winchester is just bags and bags of funny." he rolled his eyes.

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Once he pulled his horse to a stop next to hers, he bowed his head low, the brim of his hat blocking his face once again before he rose his head up to look at her. He had a suspicion from the beginning that it was a woman traveling by her lonesome. It was easy to hear about travelers in Mercy since they rarely had any, and the news of someone passing through Mercy had reached even his ears. It was just a guess of his that ended up being right as he had closed the distance. She was unmistakably a woman.

The muscle of his left upper lip twitched for a moment because he wanted to smirk at her guarded tone. It was always smart to keep your goings to yourself, and she was taking that method as she should have. One was never sure who they might meet traveling. "No," He mused as well, glancing around, "Not with the Reapers always watching. It's quite brave of you to travel alone like that. You and your mutt." He nodded, dark eyes traveling over to the giant of a dog beside her.

"Are you headed out of this speck of dust?" He asked her, his tone coming off rather indifferent. To be quite honest, he did not care where she intended to go, but he was curious. He reached down and took one of his canteens out, taking a drink,

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Death did not shop. There was nothing on this world that he would have actually wanted to purchase even if he acquired the currency of earth. Even at the restaurants he went to, he never paid. Sometimes he'd make others pay for him, but often than not he disappeared and left no trace of memory for the waiter. He had no other reason to be at the grocery store except to reap. There was to be a terrible accident soon. A slip and someone would cut their arm deeply with a box cutter, and the ambulance would not make it in time.

That wouldn't happen until a bit later. There was something else that caught his attention while he listened to his reapers discuss the latest events in London. A powerful pull from within that meant someone that wasn't human was inside. Sensing it, he could instantly tell who it was. Sigyn, goddess of fidelity. One day he'd reap her as well just like he reaped her children long ago, but the fact that she was here surprised him. 

His appearance in the aisle caused a person to crash into a display of cans. As quickly as they crashed to the floor, the memory of him appearing in front of them disappeared from their mind. He stopped a single can of soup rolling down the aisle with his foot, watching as Sigyn turned to look.

"Everything can be canned these days." He said dryly. as his eyes moved from her to the cans.

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Sigyn wanders down the aisle of a local grocery store. Hanging in the crock of her arm is one of the plastic baskets that they provide - what was wrong with real baskets Sigyn could only wonder. The longer she in the store the more Sigyn becomes convinced that she does not like grocery stores. Circe, a greek goddess who Sigyn knew through her mother, had sold grocery stores like they were indoor markets. 

“Lying man-eater…” Sigyn muttered under her breath as she perused the aisle. Markets had vendors. Here there were only products. There was no bartering over prices (and with her salary she needed to be able to bargain) nor could Sigyn ask any questions about the food (and she had many). 

Sigyn picked up a can of beats off the shelf and examined it with a critical eye, “These are not beats,” she pronounced under her breath with great condemnation before putting it back on the shelf. She makes a face as she turns away from the shelf and looks down the aisle.

It’s a bit of a waste of time to be here, wishful thinking on Sigyn’s part. She is tired of eating out at restaurants where they might as well sell grease instead of food. But the “kitchen” her motel room provides is very simply not a kitchen. Even if it was a kitchen, Sigyn has little experience cooking at all. She knew how to cook over a campfire - she had been on enough of Thor and Loki’s harebrained quests to learn that much. She could hunt and dress meat. But cook in a kitchen? Well, Sigyn had always had servants for that.

As she turns to walk away, she hears cans crashing onto the floor. Sigyn jumps and turns around, surprised.