The anatomy of mourning (Stages of death)

Chapitre Un: Denial and Isolation

There once was a man named Thanatos, a truly humble man. He walked amongst idols and magicians with the shell of a seasoned warrior. Thanatos spoke only the kindest of words; touched the souls of 1,001 willing followers. Those blessed words that he spoke were held in the highest regard amongst his followers. You see, Thanatos was a man of sadness; a man of languor. He never once desired to be saved. Thanatos the Valiant only desired recognition and as a child had vowed to avenge his message, for no-one had ever quite understood his silence.
His uprising was tumultuous, with a horde of pains and turmoils. Broken Thanatos seemed to fix himself, though, long enough to make certain that his followers and brothers feared not for his safety. Dear Thanatos was, however, facing a neverending road of grief that he himself had created. He now desired to forget his designations. He desired to lead his followers through that road with him.
The longer that road pressed on, his followers slowly began to weave away, pave their own roads, realizing their own strengths. Such things infuriated Thanatos so much so that he turned to destruction to bring his followers back to his rule. They did not come, however. And Thanatos was soon privvy to the loss of one brother, one that he loved very dearly. This brother had protected Thanatos the valiant; fought in grandeur on the frontlines. Thanatos had not heeded his advices, and had begun to disregard him. On the third evening of the trek through His road, the brother and other followers realized the exhaustion that they had set out to conquer. On the sixth, Thanatos had but 600 followers left behind him.

"Pay no mind to that, humble followers," his voice boomed. For when it did, everyone listened. "For I will lead you through this!"

Within himself, Thanatos was full of anger. He felt he should harm himself for the loss of his brother, and for the loss of 601 followers along the road. His followers took notice. Thanatos would spew lividity upon each of them, though he had opposed such things earlier on in his reign. He soon felt the iciness of loneliness within himself, though he now had but 300 followers left. He knew that they were there upon decided obligations, and perhaps pity. He did not deny his downfall, but they did.

Chapitre Deux: Anger

" I, dear friends, once loved Thanatos, but that love is no more!'"

"We cannot let him lead us down this road once again! He may have taught us to reap and sow and save our children, but he is no longer the Thanatos that he once was!"

" He sleeps like a King, and spreads a foulness that he once spoke of so openly. Thanatos must be reimagined, for we are losing him quickly!"

He heard them one evening as they slept in the cold, his tent and coat of golden thread and furs keeping him warm. He could not be angrier than they; For nothing is angrier than Anger himself.

Chapitre Trois: Bargaining

"If only we had loved him more, perhaps this road would be untravelled."

"If only we had listened..."

"If only we had lavished him more....."

"If only"

"If only"

"If only.........."


There are 5 recognized states of mourning. Return here for two more in one day's time and choose Thanatos' fate.