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It had been a while since Lukarius had ventured outside of his realm. He knew of the fighting, and he peeked in on his followers every now and again through the masks and weapons he'd gifted them. He had kept himself quite busy as of late trying to keep both his small realm sealed off from possible invading pockettu, and constantly guarding the entrance ways into the cavernous rooms he had given to Antarmurr's. He had said he would protect the ally god, and Death was never one to be wishy washy in it's promises.

Still, in his minds eye he felt and watched one of his followers battle very closely. Little Wilhelm, his grave keeper. An oddly chipper little toy, Lukarius felt drawn to him in the same way he was drawn to the soul of a child. A spirit that needed protection at times, something Lukarius was short on at the moment, were truth to be told.

The Death god closed his eyes, sensing the pulse of Wilhelm's soul as he summoned his Jackal creatures and placed them along the canyon that separated Antar from the rest of his realm. His orders were simple, protect the other god until his return, and to alert Luk should anything or anyone other then himself appear. Finally, as if tired, Lukarius phased himself from the caverns and into the quaint little home his follower had made for himself.

"Pain is just a reminder of the cruelty that is life." Lukarius whispered to Wilhelm, reaching down to gently touch the little toy's head. "Do not pay it any mind. I am here now." He said softly, soothing the Periwinkle blue soul within the pockettu with the numbness of death. He watched the little flowerlike sparkles of pink and white dance through the soul thoughtfully before he picked the male up and moved him to his bed. "You have done well, Wilhelm. I am pleased with your spirit and the growth it has made today."

"I am not afraid of blood." He murmured.

Luk nodded, his eyes narrowing though he had a cold smirk on his face. "The cursed are an infection, and they are not like you, Wilhelm. They are dirty creatures. Freaky does not begin to describe them." Still, he sat down and summoned a Jackal. In it's mouth was a bag, from which Lukarius pulled a needle and thread. More often then not, he'd used this bag on Zombies to sew their limbs back together. Now, here he was opening it for one of his followers.

"You must be careful when you are so wounded. Even something like the lollypop wound can fester." Still, he couldnt help but give his little grave keeper a wink. "Then I'll have to come and claim your soul, and next life you get, I will make you into a rock. You don't want that, right?" He teased as he started preparing the needle and thread.

Lukarius smiled, his eyes narrowing a bit as he focused on the little pockettu. "Mmm. Perhaps I will make you a rather large pidgeon. Then you can stand on the statues and watch over the graves with your fierce talons and beak." He teased. "I will always welcome you home, be you embodied in stone, feathers, or not embodied at all."

He slowly started numbing Wilhelm's body, placing it into a near comatose state to relieve the mortal of his pain as the god worked. As much as he disliked the living, they were a necessary evil. His kingdom could not stand up to the mortal world without mortal guards. Though Luk only saw the living as their souls, often viewing them as a farmer would view a new crop sprouting from his fields, the personalities behind the flesh pulled at him to love these fickle and fragile things.

Though they lived, they lived for him, and so they deserved and needed his care and protection.

He finally released Wilhelm from his powers, allowing feeling to return to the male's body. Though Wilhelm now seemed to resemble a stitched up voodoo doll, Luk was pleased.