Now normally how ghost’s work they are usually not seen by the naked eye, and Kazbiel was fine with that.  The black jaguar didn’t have a problem with ghosts, as long they didn’t torment him or had a reason to give him grief, he would clearly mind his business, but this, this situation was different.  He could see souls from various shades of colors, and each on stages of granting access to the afterlife.  Depending on what was that person’s views in the afterlife, would determine where they go when they die.

But this was a whole new situation, and it only came at random moments like this.  Only a very few souls were colored red, red the color of revenge, the color of a unright death.  There was no doubt in his mind, that Kazbiel wasn’t going to thoroughly enjoy this situation.  The stone killer evidently started to purr in delight at all the souls that were surrounding him, he wondered if it was possible to harvest them all?  That would clearly make his tasks so much easier, the demon would relish in the souls of those that were lurking and trying to prove themselves worthy for the afterlight, after all how much of a terrible person would he be to rob such people of their given right?

The thought never came to him that perhaps his own parents might be revenge driven spirits,  now settling onto the ground, the jaguar placed his head on his paws watching the souls float, interact with the living in happy reunions.  He had forgotten that his mother’s own memory were manipulated prior to her death, so she would forget everything that happened up to that point.

Kazbiel couldn’t wait to see what ever his rat bastard of a father’s soul looked like.  He wondered if it was chained?  He suspected it to do be so.


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The jaguar gave a rumbling purr in response to his sister landing on his back, if she was in her regular form that is her own jaguar body, she might have attempted to sneak attack on him.  Now he didn’t have her senses, but he knew his sister so that attempt would have gone bust from the attempt, so as a bird she had a upper advantage.  “ Look around you little bird, don’t you see what I see?” he responded eyes gleaming with each and every moral wrong attempt to steal a soul and sell it to the demon.

It was taking everything in him to do something so vile, and stir up some trouble amongst them.  But this was Andromeda’s new home, and he wasn’t going to sully that, and she would never forgive him for such a attempt, so he kept himself busy plotting in the darkest crevice in his mind. [b] “ There are spirits wandering around, looking for their loved ones, spending time with them. Wouldn’t it be interesting if our parents did the same?” [/b] Although his words held a dark tilt to them, there was a morbid excitement in his words, like a taste of corruption was really speaking through for the young jaguar.

“I wonder who we’ll see our absent minded mother or our ever so violent father?”  he mused unable to hold his morbid delight.