Somewhere Betwixt Life and Death.....

[trigons_child]

Two days before, Raven's soul had been ripped from her body and replaced with her father's essence. Hours ago, her physical body had been killed, and not long after that, it had been consumed by the power that had destroyed her father. Now all that was left was her spirit, purified and free.

Just as she was aware of what both her physical body and her Soul-Self experienced when she separated them, she knew fully well what she'd done to her friends, and her heart broke from the guilt and grief. She was confused now, unsure of where to go or what to do. Azar had never prepared her for this.

[NFB. For that goth chick! Warning for sensitive subject matter, namely character kinda-sorta death.]

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[living_endless]

"So," Death told her calmly -- dressed as she'd always been in Fandom, but looking subtly older and paler -- "this is kind of awkward, but I'm not here to do the whole taking your hand thing."

There was compassion in her eyes as she looked at Raven, but it was a distant kind of compassion. This was Endless to mortal, not student to student.

"But ... I think you might need a friend. Maybe."