Codes of Observation

"What could you possibly want from me?" It seemed a good question to the Observer. I mean it could hide completely from sight, it existed in some form where it could tell its picture had been painted, and it was not at all human without a trace of magic on it (I didn't feel any magical power at all from it despite it clearly being some kind of power). The observer seem to be weighing whether it should actually tell me what it wanted, it was unsettling. Like to be in the presence of a creature of this much power, but be completely at its whims was not my favorite thing. Mainly because that's my usual as of late!

"There are rules to this world Mr. Lorentino, you being a rule breaker do not understand them nor care to abide by any of them. Witness your unnaturally long life." I wanted to say something, but he was mostly correct. "The rules as they are have to be monitored for abuse, creatures like yourself are minor transgressions ultimately no more harmful to the overall system, but when the gods don't play by the rules than we have a problem." He laid it out and it kind of made sense, but I did not he didn't really say what the "rules" were and who agreed to them in the first place. I also wanted to point out for being a lesser participant in the system I had killed a couple gods, but I let it slide again.

"So you want me to look in on the gods?" It seemed silly since this creature was itself a hidden being, I couldn't imagine me a very visible hurt being could offer any insight it lacked.

"No of course not, you're a creature of limited means and ability, barely above that of your dirt dwelling companions." This comment hurt my feelings. "What I am concerned with and what you can look into for me since you have a touch of it in everything you do is, is the abundance of death magic in this town."

"And you can't because?"

"Because you owe me for drawing me to this place in the first place, I feel it has something to do with you and I want to know why that is, figure it out before I see you as more than just a minor transgression." He clapped his cane on the ground and then left.

"HOW DO YOU EXPECT TO LOOK INTO DEATH MAGIC ASSHOLE!?" I shouted it to no one because how did he expect me to? I had a gods damned bum leg! But no some weird paint creature wanted me to look into things because rules. LIKE I KNEW ANYTHING! I tell you the worst part about dealing with gods, is that they all act like you know what they are going on about all the time!