• SirSamuel@lemmy.world
    21·
    7 months ago

    Azrael raised his finger to a face that filled the sky, lit by the faint glow of dying galaxies.

    There are a billion Deaths, but they are all aspects of the one Death: Azrael, the Great Attractor, the Death of Universes, the beginning and end of time.

    Most of the universe is made up of dark matter, and only Azrael knows who it is.

    Eyes so big that a supernova would be a mere suggestion of a gleam on the iris turned slowly and focused on the tiny figure on the immense whorled plains of his fingertips. Beside Azrael the big Clock hung in the center of the entire web of the dimensions, and ticked onward. Stars glittered in Azrael’s eyes.

    The Death of the Discworld stood up.

    LORD I ASK FOR -

    Three of the servants of oblivion slid into existence alongside him.

    One said, Do not listen. He stands accused of meddling.

    One said, And morticide.

    One said, And pride. And living with intent to survive.

    One said, And siding with chaos against good order.

    Azrael raised an eyebrow.

    The servants drifted away from Death, expectantly.

    LORD, WE KNOW THERE IS NO GOOD ORDER EXCEPT THAT WHICH WE CREATE…

    Azrael’s expression did not change.

    THERE IS NO HOPE BUT US. THERE IS NO MERCY BUT US. THERE IS NO JUSTICE. THERE IS JUST US.

    The dark, sad face filled the sky.

    ALL THINGS THAT ARE ARE OURS. BUT WE MUST CARE. FOR IF WE DO NOT CARE, WE DO NOT EXIST. IF WE DO NOT EXIST, THEN THERE IS NOTHING BUT BLIND OBLIVION.

    AND EVEN OBLIVION MUST END SOMEDAY. LORD, WILL YOU GRANT ME JUST A LITTLE TIME? FOR THE PROPER BALANCE OF THINGS. TO RETURN WHAT WAS GIVEN. FOR THE SAKE OF PRISONERS AND THE FLIGHT OF BIRDS.

    Death took a step backwards.

    It was impossible to read expression in Azrael’s features.

    Death glanced sideways at the servants.

    LORD, WHAT CAN THE HARVEST HOPE FOR, IF NOT FOR THE CARE OF THE REAPER MAN?

    He waited.

    LORD? said Death.

    In the time it took to answer, several galaxies unfolded, whirled around Azrael like paper streamers, impacted, then were gone.

    Then Azrael said:

    “Yes.”

    -Reaper Man, by Terry Pratchett

    • metallic_z3r0@infosec.pub
      14·
      7 months ago

      I love that in the version I read, Azrael’s “YES” took up two pages by itself, just to get the point across.

      • SirSamuel@lemmy.world
        9·
        7 months ago

        Oh yes! If i was more familiar with markdown or whatever Sync uses I’d have made the YES huge lol

        That book has so many perfect moments in it. Enough to make Wen the Eternally Surprised jealous