Wherever There Is Destruction Death Shall Follow

The Cull

Nimble phalanges skillfully weaved several threads thinner than silk into a series of complex yet delicate-looking patterns and images. A lovely teal trench coat with a realistic silver, gold, and black apple tree adorned on its back is slowly being woven into existence as the threads dance.

The trench coat was a superbly made piece that reaches just below the knees, with sleeves embroidered with silver ivy, and a small crest of a black apple with a silver moon circlet embellishing its left lapel quite beautifully.

The one creating such an exquisite piece of garment had a soft yet focused look in his gaze as he worked. Soon, the trench coat was finished with a barely noticeable gleam of magic.

A soft hum could be heard from the one inspecting their work with a satisfied sparkle in their eyelights before they carefully wrapped the article of clothing in black muslin and stored it away into their inventory.

Threads were then summoned once again as he went about using them to clean up his little space and stored away his collection of books and grimoires that he had collected over the eons back into his inventory, along with a variety of collections and miscellaneous items. Cleaning relaxes him, keeps him calm, and grounded as it preoccupied his broken mind away from his worries, his anxiety, his responsibilities, the voices, and... the pain.

"Meow~" A small white ball of fluff bounded towards him, purring and rubbing against his dusty pants, covering its lovely, pristine white fur with a hint of gray.

"Tsk tsk, Nieve, look at what you've done! You got yourself dirty again. I know you want cuddles, but this isn't the time for that, you silly gatita," Error said with a sigh passing through his teeth as he picked up the kitten into his arms and proceeded to clean her up with pet wipes.

"I wish we were at Nightmare's castle. I would have been able to give you a proper bath there," he said, feeling disappointed in himself for not being able to provide better for his little companion, who had brought him comfort when he was at his lowest in recent months.

"Don't try to rub against me yet, I'm just going to get cleaned up and change into something cleaner, okay?" He says as he finished cleaning up the monster dust off of the kitten's fur. He then removed the rags that were once his clothes from his body before using some wet wipes to clean his bones. It was the best he had to clean himself with when he wasn't at either Nightmare's castle or Swap's home.

The antivoid was nothing but an empty white space with no resources after all. He could only make do with whatever he collected over the years from the AUs he destroyed in the past.

Soon, he put on a fresh pair of clothes that he had made the other day. Truthfully, it was only recently that Error even bothered to create new clothes for himself. He usually only repaired and wore the same pair of clothes for eons. It was only after he found Nieve when she was only but a day old beside her dead mother that he tried to improve his own living conditions.

After all, one can only take care of another life when one can take care of oneself first. Life from Reapertale helped him in that regard. The only thing that bothered him was Reaper's intense stare full of longing.

Reaper had been trying to get close to Error for a past that he could never remember. A past before he became the God of Destruction.

"Meow," Nieve pawed at Error's toes, bringing Error out of his thoughts as he gave the kitten some attention.

"Okay, okay, let's give you those cuddles you want. Geez, you're one greedy little gatita, you know that right?" Laughing wholeheartedly, Error picked up the kitten into his arms before kissing her forehead softly. The kitten purred loudly at the affection she received while curling up comfortably in his arms.