In the dark of the shadows, hidden between two dimensions stood a rather peculiar figure. The shadows in which he stood lie between the dimensional rift of two worlds, or the gate of passing. It was a long dark corridor just outside the bubble of two realities, the foggy haze of the world of the Heartless let him view everything through all past, present and future. The man stood over six feet, pale skin as white as snow, hair as pure as silver, his eyes two different colors, left blue, right black, he stretched his wings by unfurling them to full length which were at a good thirty foot span per wing. He wore robes of pure white, a golden rope lashed around his waist, a sheathe laid across back diagonally with a sword that was forged from the fires of hell itself, he was guardian to all and savior to none. His mission was simple to watch and record life events of all individuals and then catalog their choices for the ones who passed judgment on dead souls, he had no mouth to speak with, only eyes with which to see. He worked for both Satan, and His Majesty, on occasion he did work for the reaper, but not very often, only when it was required, Standing between the rift he watched as the Heartless died out for months on end, he was about to move to the next world when he saw a familiar doctor waltz in through the front.
Stepping back to the same spot he watched Mohan intently, curiosity about the world of the living peaked Ethrios' decision, stepping through the bubble that divided him from everything he would appear as a shaded outline of a figure, or a black screen ghost. Intangible but visible to those who could see them, a choice that was given to him by the holy one, and the unholy one, he stood there watching Mohan. He even went as far as to get up close to him, this man he wanted to record for his own purposes, personal records were not permitted, but the decision to record a single individual in the prime of their life was a decision even his makers could not prevent. Everyone had greatness, but this man had saved the life of an angel, and it was Thanatos' sister he saved, "Even in her death bed she still pulls through." He stated only to himself in his thoughts, he flipped back a few months in his mind, the black right eye playing the images of the past while his left eye was focused on the present. "A cat girl, a doctor, an elf of trees, a dragonling, a couple full grown dragons, lets see what else was there," He said as he went further back, "Ah yes werewolves, vampires, my kind, and the horseman of Death." He hoped he was right, skipping forward he listened to conversations passed, until one caught his interest, it was from a few months ago, "Who would sit on one's offspring for money?" That one confused him a little, but observing the mortal realm for what seemed like eons he has learned that mortals say things like that but do not mean it the way it sounds. What he really wanted to do was interact with the mortal world, but knew that his makers would not allow it, as far sight in his case its future sight, could pose a problem with the natural events that would unfold through time. In fact he was the one mortals referred to when mentioning Father Time, he was not just an observer, he was also the one who gave the Babylonians the concept of time through the use of a muse. The man who made the sun dial, he could never remember the mans name, but he does remember being sorely scolded for his actions, hence why he was just a big black blob in space and time observing the mortal realm.
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