Conversation; Thanatos, Schmetterling Mentioned; Thanatos, Schmetterling, Kayleig (NPC) and Gideon @DoomyCakez Mood; Annoyed Location; His own apartment --> Shopping mall A male, young and old at the same time, approached him. Those eyes, holding innocent and wisdom, looking down on him. However Daniel was more focused on the strange surrounding, it seemed as if they were in a cave of sorts. An island, surrounded by dark water. “Daniel” The voice, cold and distance, yet warm and welcome. This male seemed to be a living paradox as the young male looked up to the black cloaked male. “How do you know my name?” He asked, taken aback by the appearance and the knowledge. There was a sound, like a gust of wind, light as if filled with laughter, yet that cold feeling never seemed to let go of him. Though he did not shiver, he was used to the cold, unaffected by it as he waited for his answer. The hood was brought back, striking blue eyes pinning down on him, thin lips curled up in a soft smile, a proud smile maybe? “I would be a bad father, if I did not know the name of my only child” That heavy voice resonated around him. The words weighing down on him as he stepped back further. The cold water lurking up his ankle, soaking through the light fabric of his pants. “Who are you?” He demanded to know now. The person, his father, seeming to float just before him. His heart beat almost non-existent as he stared back into those never-ending blue orbs. “I am Death, Thanatos is my name. And I need you to bring back my sword. But not without help. Find the others, one of them already being very close to you” The voice faded more and more, the last words almost a whisper. Another step back and the water came to his knees. “My father is Thanatos? The Greek personification of Death?” He asked to reassure himself. Somehow that was all so logical now, still he did for some reason not want to get closer to this male. The cloaked figure nodded once, those eyes growing in intensity. “I am Death and you are my son!” Eyes flew open as he sat up straight, sweat pearling on his pale skin. It took him a few moments to realize where he was. He took a few deep breaths as the paper work fluttered from his body and fell to the ground. Damn, this case had been giving him more stress than he thought it had been. He rubbed a sore muscle in his shoulder, he must have fallen asleep while going over the case. “It is not your work. It is the truth.” He froze in his movements. “Gideon?” He asked, it wouldn’t be the first time that kid had snucked into his apartment. Though he knew that voice was far too light, far too feminine even for that hyper active boy next door. His eyes searched on, was he still sleeping? “You are no longer asleep, Daniel.” The butterfly, that annoying little thing that had been following him around for years, landed in front of him. The wings slowly opening and closing, that same blue glittering in the rays of sunlights that hit those fragile wings. Okay, he was officially having to take a few days off. This… this was madness, this was really going too far. “Oh for the love of Olympus, you are just as stubborn as your father!” Was… that voice coming from the butterfly? Did she really just say Olympus? “Of course, the voice is coming from me. I am your guide, your watcher, or whatever you want to call me. I am here to help you.” The young male snorted as he sat back. This was really absurd. He shook his head as he got up from the couch. “So my father… is Death… the merciless Thanatos…. And he is sending me a butterfly to help? Sorry if I find this all a bit hard to believe. My father is just some lousy bastard who ran when my mother died and couldn’t face his fucking responsibilities to take care of his kid.” “The Greek saw a butterfly as a symbol for a soul.” The voice was soft in reply as he picked up those papers and arranged them. His hands making quick, obvious annoyed movements, to strike all the folds flat again. “That does not change the fact that HE LEFT ME!” God, had he really just yelled at a fucking butterfly? Why was he even talking to this stupid thing? He just needed some decent sleep and then all would be alright. He slammed the papers on the table, those blue wings only having seconds to carry the little helper away before it was smashed underneath them. Stubbornly he opened the case again, his eyes moving over the lines that were written down. However his mind… his mind was somewhere else completely. That dream, it had seemed so real. Of course, in dream everything seemed to be realistic. So why was he thinking about this? It was not true, it could not be true. Come on, him being the son of Death, that sounded like one of those stupid anime stories Gideon was a fan off. Still, all those things that had happened to him. Those weird things that could not be explained… not really at least. He leaned back on the couch again, eyes falling shut as he shook his head. No, he wasn’t ready for any of this to be true. “Find the others… one of them already very close to you” That voice immediately resonated through his mind and Daniel jerked up again. “It is not like you have anything to loose…” “My sanity maybe?!” No, that was already far gone. He was arguing with a butterfly. A tropical butterfly that was not supposed to survive here. He needed distraction from this. Real distraction and he got up, leaving his paperwork for what it was. The court date was tomorrow anyway. He quickly buttoned his shirt again, pulling his tie straight as he walked out of the door. Without flaw he ripped of the beautiful written shopping list that was taped to the door beside his as he watched it over while going down the stair. He had always preferred the stairs over the elevator. “Not now. I already have a talking butterfly following me around…” He simply stated as a soul immediately came up to him as soon as he had set foot out of the apartment. Shopping mall was the next destination.