The logic was sound, but the favors she had been owed in the past were clearly not enough to make her help humanity face Eternity.
She was not as powerful as Eternity. Or rather, she had never trained her combat abilities at all, only focused on being beautiful by herself.
After all, that was Death's nature. "Dying" was something that could not be shared with others.
"I cannot understand your choice, Sorcerer Supreme Deathstroke." Her bare feet kicked a few times, sending up sprays of water and steam. "You only need to let Ancient One die and fulfill the contract. I can do something else for you as thanks. That would be more beneficial to you."
"No, you don't understand. Ancient One remaining alive is the outcome most beneficial to me. Ancient mysteries, future technology, supreme magic—none can be missing." Deathstroke spoke words Death could not understand, pinched out the cigarette in his hand, and put it away. "I know a mage breaking a contract is somewhat disrespectful to Eternity, but if you help me speak up, then—"
"Then it will be different, because the souls of dead humans should have belonged to me in the first place, right?"
Death understood very well. She knew Deathstroke had come to her because he wanted to use "custom" against an "exception."
Eternity and Ancient One had agreed that after her death, her soul would accompany him forever as a pet and tool.
That was actually against the rules, because the souls of the dead belonged to Death. That had been the rule since the birth of the universe.
Back when the siblings had divided their inheritance and claimed different concepts, all souls of the dead fell under Death's management according to both duties and interests. She had the final say in how