Charon cocked her head to one side, she knew Morty was playing with her and she smirked. The ring was triggered by the dark magic in the room not by Morty and he must know that. The ancient inscriptions glowed dully as the darkness settled back down around them.

“If you noticed Mortis, I didn’t exactly rush to get here. If you loved me so much how come you didn’t fetch me huh?”

She strolled right up in front of him and although dwarfed by his massive frame she had no fear of him and stared right up into his massive face, she folded her arms and tapped her foot like she was deciding on what to say next. His red eyes stared impassively back at her, neither one blinked, it was almost like a childish game, first one to blink would lose. Charon wasn’t into playing games any more, she was very aware she was getting older. Mortismere shifted in his throne trying to find a more comfortable position.

“You belong to me and you WILL return Charon Death.”

Charon chewed the inside of her lip for a second.

“What if I refuse?”

Mortismere had not considered this for one moment and laughed, it was a dreadful laugh like boulders crunching skulls in a huge cave. Charon was patient and knew exactly how to get his full, undivided attention. She moved closer to him and put her hands over his.
Something happened for a second, the room lit up brightly, it was brief like a camera flash but was so blinding it left stark after images in the eyes. The energy continued to crackle within the room minutes afterwards, pure memories. She glared at him, directly in the eye, the look on her face told him she knew exactly what had happened after the death of her son, Moebius.
Mortismere remained motionless for a few seconds in the throne before he released his hands from under hers.

“Then your death will be ordered.”

Charon took a step away from the throne and laughed, it was a hollow laugh, one that revealed she was extremely ticked off about something.

“My death? Morty perhaps you haven’t been paying as much attention as you should these past few years. I don’t do death, I AM Death. Morty, I‘m a shadow demon, that’s rare in itself but there is one little thing you might be missing.”

She raised her left hand, the ring glowed.

“This isn’t your wedding band, this isn’t the one you placed on my finger all those years ago. I have re-married. Might not be legal but love is a powerful magic and breaks all sorts of bonds. So shove that up your big, piggy like nostrils and choke you fat, hopeless lump!”


Charon stood back and waited for the inevitable outburst…..