[ WP ] The straw that broke the Grimm Reaper 's back

`` I ca n't do it!'' He screamed, bony arms thrown in the air in frustration, `` It's over! No more!'' 
 
 He'd been ranting like this for the past three hours. It was n't that Thanatos hated his job, far from it. The proverbial weapon that death used to reap the souls of the living and Sheppard them to the hereafter could not feel hate. Indeed, the few emotions he was relegated to was contentment and idle curiosity. A strange mix of warring ideals but there you were. 
 
 `` They've cured another one! Bloody Smallpox this time!'' Death screamed, his deep voice echoing through the depths of his personal chambers. The room existed within a pocket of space somewhere where realms met and could be severed when needed. Death preferred to be close at hand when he eventually reaped reality. 
 
 `` I am sure another will take its place.'' Thantos replied helpfully from his position on a rack behind deaths ornate obsidian chair. 
 
 `` Its not just that.'' Death replied. `` It's... It's more than that. They'll cure that one as well.'' He grumbled, his rage subsiding into a deep melancholy. The lithe represenation of every living creatures greatest fear crossed the floor of his eldritch study and dropped into his chair. With a push on the top of a black marble table he spun on the spot, turning to face his sythe. 

