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Thanatos Laghari

The Nuclear Yaherra
Owner: SubMontblanc

Age: 2 years, 8 months, 2 weeks

Born: July 2nd, 2023

Adopted: 2 years, 8 months, 2 weeks ago

Adopted: July 2nd, 2023

Statistics

• Level: 6
   
• Strength: 15
   
• Defense: 11
   
• Speed: 16
   
• Health: 11
   
• HP: 10/11
   
• Intelligence: 0
   
• Books Read: 0
• Food Eaten: 0
• Job: Unemployed

YOU CANNOT KILL ME IN A WAY THAT MATTERS

Every time he signs his name, Thanatos wonders if his parents were blessed with the gift of prophecy.

Working with the dead has its advantages: no need for small talk, no worries about complaints from his “clients” (not the ones at the table, anyway), plus he gets to choose the music. It’s messy, sometimes tragic, but he doesn’t mind having the autopsy room all for himself.

It’s like unraveling a story, he thinks to himself as he works, gloved hands masterfully handling the tools. Some scars are old and faded, hinting at childhood mischiefs, others have tattoos that scream about something used to be the world to them before their last breaths. There’s stretch marks, wrinkles that come with old age; signs of life and love.

Hate makes its way too, however; Thanatos knows it’s going to be a difficult case when the police comes to him, when another doctor reaches him with tired eyes. He nods to them - yeah, I know - before breathing in deeply and adjusting his mask tightly near his nose.

⚰️

“You’re very talented, young one,” the university researcher tells him. “I’m working on a project, need some volunteers. Would you like to join?”

“What is it about?” Thanatos asks, taking a sip from his beer. It better be worth his free time - he can’t wait to come home and game a bit.

“Let me pay this round for you, and we can talk about it.”

⚰️

He doesn’t remember the talk.

He remembers the pain. The nauseating stench of blood. His lungs aching for air, as if moments ago his muscles forgot how to do it, how to keep his heart beating and his brain active, as if he-

“Welcome back.”

⚰️

“You know a lot about death,” one of his friends tells him. “Don’t you think that creeps people out?”

Thanatos shrugs.

“Of course I know,” he replies, squeezing his forearm. He winces at the memory of losing it in a freak accident last week, one that had him take a couple days off to let it grow back. “It’s my job.”

He doesn’t tell them about how much of his knowledge comes from first hand experiences now.

⚰️

The bad part about being cursed with immortality isn’t the idea of watching the world change.

It’s that nobody tells you that you get to remember every close encounter with the afterlife.

⚰️

“Still no clue about that guy?” the librarian asks, stopping by to offer him some water. He takes the cup and drinks from it. Ever since that night, that incident - the man vanished without a trace, and no matter how deep Thanatos digs into old books, archives and newspapers, it’s like he never existed at all.

“No,” Thanatos sighs, pushing his glasses closer to his face. His fingertips remember metal burning his skin, phantom pains from another night, one of his early escapades through the city in order to find the one who made him like that.

He wonders what she would think of him if he told her the details.

He never does, not knowing what people would do to someone like him.

“How awful,” at least the lady seems to be sympathetic to his problems. “Would you like some help?”

Usually he’d say yes, but the phone besides him vibrates, screen lighting up. Thanatos eyes the notification: it’s from Joshua and Jason, chatting in their gaming group. It’s quick but he can see that his assistance is going to be needed later that night. Healers are crucial to every party, after all.

“No need to,” he tells her, smiling at his phone. “I gotta go soon.”

Things can suck, but at least Thanatos knows he isn’t the only unlucky one. There are others like him - not exactly like him, but with their share of misfortunes, weird encounters with the supernatural and extraordinary. People that have their secrets, because circumstances forced them to hide, things that defy logic and human sense.

Oh, and they’re all into gaming. Virtual escapism surely attracts interesting people.

Thanatos can leave his search for later, at least for the next couple of hours.

It’s time for our weekly dungeon.

♥⚰️♥

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