To anyone in our mortal coil, how we understand death is superficial. We are inclined to see it as final, while others means another chance to be reborn again.

Phooey, Daria thought to herself as she threw another draft in her wastebasket. When asked to write a special assignment for her advanced writing course, it felt too personal for her to say "no" to. In the end of the day, all she found herself doing was wandering around campus in the wee hours of the fall morning. Taking in the heavy and comforting fog, which was about as accurate as it could be to describe her own brain. This was a personal topic, what did "mortality" really mean to her? A professional challenge, no doubt. That was how this class seemed to like to challenge her: knowing her talents and macabre interests and turn it into something extra productive.

Truly evil of a plan, Daria muttered to herself. But as a junior now, she couldn't find herself rejecting it either. She had grown enough since her teen years. Enough to be a snarky young adult rebel from a snarky teen "rebel".

But everything was going for a loop, ever since the weirdest thing happened. A demigod arrived, coming from the very gated doors of the underworld to knock on the dim dingy door to what Daria thought was reality. "Death" had a whole new meaning now, so words became harder for her to come by. She wasn't even sure where to take herself at this point, instead wander and hope inspiration came. Or perhaps a voice of some insight.

Since meeting the snarky demigod, life just seemed to...change so much. Maybe that meant she actively sought him out, maybe she didn't really know.