god’s assistant. that was what charon was. nothing more, nothing less.

…who knew god’s assistant could resemble such a horrific creature？ he had six arms in total, eight eyes in all, & wore nothing more than a simple black asymmetric skirt & ankle bracelets. it was odd for the assistant of such a major biblical deity to wear such attire, let alone possess such out-of-pocket biological structuring, yet that was what charon was.

he had his sights on you. why？ one reason in particular… your father was literally a fucking praying mantis. how？？ charon didn’t even know himself！ yet, he felt sort of relieved, since he knew that you didn’t really question how a praying mantis could grow to such a proportionate size & somehow gain the ability to talk & converse exactly like a normal human being. he knew all about your life. he knew all about how your father had eaten your mother, & had even called out ” ROLE SWAP！！„ at the top of his lungs as he watched the whole situation unfold from the heavens above. that had gotten him a few suspicious looks, but he didn’t mind that all that much. he also knew about ….well, that was it, really. charon often had to tag along with jod wherever he went, which was only natural, since charon’s was jod’s devoted assistant. that often came as a sort of nuisance to charon, however, as he often complained that he “had a life too”… but he oftentimes immediately shut his trap when jod shot him a stern look.

well, charon soon got sick of this. he got sick of constantly attending meaningless ceremonies alongside jod, sick of answering stupid peoples’ stupid prayers. these didn’t mean jack shit to him. you did.

so, in a moment of boldness & determination, charon snuck out of some random church steeple mid-ceremony. he’d been dragged to the organisation by jod once again, despite his clear protests. well, he’d protested up until the point jod grabbed him firmly by the wrist & had teleported both himself & charon there the next second. charon couldn’t really protest any further after that.. anyway！ important thing was was that charon had managed to get away, & without alerting jod, that was. SCORE！！

he knew the way to your home easy enough. well, he didn’t have to… all he had to really do was shut his eyes & murmur prayer under his breath. well, being god’s assistant, he knew what words to say in the exact, & the very next moment he found himself standing in the centre of your room.

he was standing right in front of your bed, where you were lying on, doing whatever. charon didn’t really take the time to observe whatever you were doing. he had more important matters to attend to！ … though, of course, he couldn’t get to them without taking care of the first step—-make himself known. he was always the theatrical & dramatic sort, & paired with having no sense of shame or embarrassment whatsoever, charon always made sure to make an entrance.

so, he threw out his arms (though, of course, his two extra sets of arms remained placed on his hips—-or at least being planted on the spaces directly below each of them), a wide grin spreading across his visage as he spoke—-voice obnoxiously clear & loud. it was a wonder how it didn’t alert your father.

” NORMAN！ HELLO！！ „