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From the very beginning, everyone's life has an end date.  Even the most important people perish someday. Only the gods who walked amongst the mortals sustained their eternal lifespans. But the closure of a PeaceKeeper's life proves to be grievous, as her colleagues stand around her lifeless body.
     Her eyes gorgeously kept shut, though they all hoped that she would open them up and tell them it was all a lie. Unfortunately, that's the effect of death. The stages of grief upon them all. The loss of their beloved Time Keeper.
"How could this have happened? It should have been me..." The second youngest of the group spoke up with tears falling down her cheeks. "Just yesterday... We were talking about spaghetti dinner." The girl's bunny ears tuck themselves in her ruby red hair. Her position ensures the safety of all dimensions connected to their main universe. However, not only was this young demihuman the PeaceKeeper of Reality but a Sinful Crusader as well; the sin of Gluttony.
      "Ms. Reality... No one would have known she was going to die." An angel with periwinkle hair tries to comfort her. This angel actually held the title of the youngest member due to the death of her own predecessor. Her voice matches her appearance, a soft polite tone. Reality's keeper, named Delilah, looks at her ally unconvinced. "I may now be the PeaceKeeper of Life, but just like you, I have my own limitations to who lives. Mr. Death also does not know when one's time is up." She places a hand on Delilah's shoulder. The tears continue to fall, Viviette's words did not help at all.
     Pain and survivor's remorse peaked as she turns to look at the keeper of Space, Coahlithe. Coahlithe and Emory, the deceased, apparently were childhood friends. She had been at the same place when Emory passed away. So it must have been hard on her as well. If anyone knew how Delilah, it would be her. Coahlithe blew her nose in a napkin, her eyes red and puffy from all the crying. The two girls embrace each other as they sob. Someone clears their throat with a cough, and they both glare at him. "If you have some stupid snarky remark, now is not the time Ivan." Coahlithe's words came out harsher due to her tone. Yet, she did not feel bad for her attitude. Of course, she was in grief after all. Anyone would be if they lost their lifelong friend, much less someone they loved. It was unknown whether her love was just that of friendship or borderline romantic. Since the two rarely seemed to have been on good terms. But that's the thing about love. It's so difficult to distinguish between hate.
    "N-no... I was gonna ask if ya were ready to bury." Ivan lifts the shovel he held in his hand. As much as he denied his feelings, it was hard to bury another companion in this lifetime. There wasn't much time in between the last death. PeaceKeepers dying is a rare occurrence, so having to do this again hurt his heart. But he will not let it show. Never will he succumb to those feelings again.