How long can I keep reading about the exact same person!
With frustration, I throw a file of documents onto the desk. I received a special report regarding a single man.
It is impossible for a single mortal to make my existence this miserable.
I want to get rid of this problem so badly. Just when I manage to forget about him for a moment, he reminds me of his existence at the least opportune moment.
I am simply tired of it.
"Did I hear a loud sigh?"
Fantastic! He was the only thing missing here!
"What is my favorite, black-haired, pale-faced Goddess of Death up to?"
"And how many Goddesses of Death do you know?"
I do not have the energy for his verbal provocations.
"Haha, I only know one! Which is why I know she is my favorite! Morna, you won't believe what happened today!"
A tall, massively built man, clad in heavy plate armor, approaches my desk.
"Tell me, Belamir."
I know perfectly well that until he blurts out what he came for, he will torment me for all eternity.
"Picture this scene. You are exhausted from tortures that lasted a solid three days. Then, on the fourth day, you fight against nine armed men and, finally, evade a massive archer volley."
A broad smile wanders across his face. Unfortunately, the story he is recounting rests in the report on my desk.
"You are unusually talkative for a God of War, you know?"
"But, dear Morna. How can I not be excited?! And it is all thanks to you!"
"I am beginning to regret ever mentioning him to you."
"Don't be like that, haha!"
"Listen, you don't realize the gravity of the situation! He should have been dead for twenty years! Not to mention that wherever he appears, those who were supposed to live drop dead, and those who were supposed to be written in my book are doing just fine!"
"And what does that matter?"
Oh no! Enough of this!
"Then look at the latest results."
I hand him the documents I had previously tossed aside.
"Hey, this is about what I was just telling you."
"I don't operate the way you do. Now focus!"
"I dozed off for just a moment and it is already a huge problem. What do we have here?"
Belamir furrows his brows and finally begins to take the subject more seriously.
"Demon. Female. Twenty-five years old. Estimated lifespan: eighty-seven years."
"And she is dead!"
"Well, such is life."
Unbelievable!
"All my calculations are in ruins! The estimates for the entire race will have to be run again from scratch!"
"And why the entire race all at once?"
"Because, as if that were not enough, the only daughter of the Demon King just died."
"Well, that changes things a bit, haha!"
"You are insufferable... Get out of here."
I shoot him a furious glare and point to the door. Belamir finally stands up from his place and heads for the exit. He stops for a moment and throws over his shoulder:
"I will meet him with pleasure."
"As soon as you meet him, send him to me immediately. He is twenty years late."
"You should get out of this office of yours sometimes. You need more friends."
I grab the file of documents and hurl it at him with all my might.
"He irritates me so much!"
Wishful thinking, mortal. As soon as the God of War takes an interest in you, you can be certain it is your end.