sunrise : death

[agathe.]

[align=center][div style="width: 500px; text-align: justify; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 12px; color;"]What had been so important that Agathe had been unable to wait until Moon had risen that morning? What matter had weighed so heavily upon her mind that she had abandoned all rational thought in favor of so uncouthly charging into his quarters? As she stared down at his body, she could not, for the life of her, remember. No, all Agathe seemed capable of doing for a few seconds was simply gape, refusing to believe what certainly sprawled before her. Dead. That word tasted wrong in her mouth even despite her being a harbinger of death. Of destruction. But Moon was dead.

She hadn't been close to him, not by any means, but he was still her leader (and a far better one than her grandmother had been). How had he died? What had killed him? Goddesses above, she honestly couldn't tell, not as she sunk into a seated position to steady her shaking limbs. "May the..." The Cosmic General paused, biting her tongue for a brief second as she once more contemplated whether or not she had the power to bless him. In the end, she said fuck it and did it anyways. "May the many faced Goddess embrace you and return you the Darkness. Goodbye, Moonmade." For someone so confused, so shocked, her voice was surprisingly calm, ever the extension of her carefully composed facade. But what happened next?

For once, Agathe didn't immediately know.