Everything has an order. Everything has an end.

Even those immortals must follow paths and rules, call it nature, call it cosmos, call it balance. Gods fight to break those rules just as man does. Each wanting more. But success is brief, fleeting, for those who manage to stretch their place. Fenris was no exception as powerful as he was. He saw the chance, he set the course, but he like those before him, he failed. 

Here the powers of the underworld, the death, the undefined, the nature and order of things took hold. They took Max back. With the help of his Reaper friend Daisy, he had escaped the order, but like the wolf god his time was done. It was time to follow those rules, those powers that governed all.

Through Max, that power forcefully embraced the god wolf of old. It wrapped around Fenris bringing the monster wolf into the new order of things. It’s hold would be tight. But the swamps of the dead could use more gods to fill their vacuums and this god could roam around in this order of things. He was not done or gone. He was just captured again by a different chain. 

It was Max that was gone. His body now one of the same that Semyon so easily swatted aside. The fire sent for help by Kata caught light on his face just as he accepted his fate. Max knew of order. He had his time to break the rules and the pride in his face showed it. He showed Daisy. He showed Kata. He showed Semyon. Before he faded. Before he turned into just another beast in the swamp.

As Max was taken fingers of the order of death reached far to the other half, to the other side. Thad was tied to Max. Max was a creation that took more than just a body from the warlock. It took part of him. Death’s cold hands reached for that part too. There is after all, an order to things.

Thad felt Veti close. He knew her scent, her touch, the form of her curves, the softness of her hair and the tuffs of her fur. When the ice cold grip took hold of him he fought it. At first. Veti needed him. He could not leave her. 

But he was the chemist, the alchemist, the mixer of life forces, the spell caster. He knew of the science of things. He knew of reality. He was going to die. 

Death was just another transfer of energy, of force. He would never leave Veti with nothing. He could mix the atoms, the water, the elements in his form and give them back to the one he loved. She would never be without him. 

Thad gather the last of his warmth, the last of his body force, and he rolled that together, just as he did with the rain, and the glass. In a burst of all he had he opened his eyes, reached for Veti and moved to kiss her. His lips did not really touch but he let loose a last breath of his heart, his soul, his chemistry, his love,and blew into her mouth and nose. Take that with you love, and move on. All that he had he emptied into Veti.

Then he fell to take his own order of things. His own place. His own end.