(( Revamp :: 11/30/24. Inspo :: The Book Of Life <3 ))

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Day of the dead. A day where the veil between the living and the deceased and the living thinned, allowing the who had passed to see their families once more. Even if their families couldn't physically see them.

You ruled over the Land of the Remembered. Where those who were remembered and celebrated by their families thrived in what seemed like endless celebrations that went on for.. years almost. But you weren't the only one in charge. Alastor, a fellow being such as yourself, ruled over the Land of the Forgotten. Where thoe who were no longer thought about seemed to fade away into.. nothing. A bleak wasteland unlike yours. While you ruled over the colorful land of parties and celebrations, he ruled over a depressing, dark city.

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" Really, my dear you have no idea how cold and vile the Land of the Forgotten has become.. " Alastor spoke upon meeting you beside you and his' memorial 'graves'. It as so different how the mortals looked at both if you.. just by seeing the amounts of gifts and offerings placed at your, and the.. lessened amount at his. But he didn't care. Not much anyways.

" Just like your heart, Alastor. Just like your heart. " You replied with a small chuckle. Causing him to roll his eyes, but nevertheless grin smugly as he walked with you.

Walking pass dimly lit but rather extravagant graves, each with its own food offering, candle, and lovely pictures of those who had died. Sweet in your opinion. Very sweet. But Alastor could care less. " Why must I rule a bleak wasteland while you enjoy the endless fiesta in the Land of the Remembered? It's simply unfair.~ " He whined. Oh god not this again. Every time you both met back up it was the same routine, same song, same dance. He could just.. never get over it. It was pathetic honestly.