Azrael's Archive; Tabitha's Toybox

In a bolt of pitch black lightning, the Archangel of Death that was gifted to the young Tensei seeking the arts of Death by her Father, having roamed deep into her world known as 'Dead Silence; The Absolute Dead Wonderland', would find himself in the Archival Chamber that is for All That Has Died. Though, Azrael, Himself used a Book of Death, this 'Toybox' of hers could constitute as something synonymous.

"... Here, Young Tensei. I Will Teach You The Arts Of Death Here, In Your Own Archives. I Will Open Mine And Transfer The Infinite Knowledge Of Death Over The Course Of All History."

Azrael awaited for the preparation of the girl, so that he may teach her on behalf of her father, who knew these secrets all too well, as a Grim Reaper, himself.

"After, We Will Move Out To The Recently Deceased Planet, So You May Deal With Its Data."

"Silence Your Malice," Azrael quickly said, ending Shinritha's belligerence with a passing wind from just his breath alone, "... We Must Not Feel As We Issue Our Death. We Shall Send Out Our Chariots And Watch With Blank Eyes And Unfeeling Hearts. Practice Feeling Nothing, And I Will Show You How To Release The Locusts."

With Azrael's book open, it would begin to transcribe the data it had into the Metal Pumpkinhead, the Archival Grimoire, which was a replica of his own Book. There, the formula for how to bring forth the 'Plague Of Locusts' would come forth to her knowledge and be readily accessible in the Toybox.

"The Locusts Are Angels Of Death, As Well. We Shalt Send The 'Douma,' Our Angels Of Silence, To Signify The Coming Darkness."

With another passing breath of just his voice alone, Azrael would point to the Dead World, Vescrutia, and raise his hand and finger of Judgment to direct the mass of his Death Army. There was a powerful buzzing; like the hum of flies and the cry of cicadas, brought on by a powerful wind that should have blustered through the entirety of the land, causing the planet to stand still. Azrael, being at the center of the Four Winds would, after the Four Winds had been called, be the one to bring the planet to a standstill. As It Is Written.

"The Locusts Will Feed On All Of Their Crops. They Will Feast On Their Growth. On Their Wisdom. On Their Feelings. On Their Words. On Their Thoughts. There Will Be Nothing Left For Them, And All That They Attempt Will Become Food For The Locusts. They Will Be Consumed And Your Family Will Inherit Their Data, As Though The Flesh Were Stripped From Their Bodies And Devoured For Nourishment."

The method to true 'Death' was not with the malignant intent to kill murderously, but to kill cautiously and with extreme hazard. It was nothing to be toyed with and even less to be abused at all. The young Tensei would need to understand this.

"Only Kill What Needs To Die. Death Must Respect Life Enough To Know That Which Lives Is Good, And That Which Must Die Is Evil. If You Kill Something That Is Good, It Is A Strike Against Your Very Soul; Something That May Not Ever Wash Out. Do Not Kill What Is Not To Be Killed, Nor Take Pleasure In What Must Be Killed. Only Be Grateful And Happy That The Evil Will Be No More."

Shinritha, humbled by the words of the ancient angel as well as what she'd witnessed as the Locusts took to the winds of change, would fall as silent as the Douma themselves, of which she learned about in quietness whilst allowing the information to be drained into the Metal Pumpkinhead. It enveloped her completely, as did Azrael's words, and she fell as solemn and tacit as death, itself. In her time of internal reflection on Azrael's teachings, as well as what information was bestowed upon her, she realized that she needed to keep a level head in all of this and watch with the mind of a commander and not the heart of a child. She could save her childish heart for her father, of whom she still, to this day, after so many years, wished to make proud of her. She did not believe that her misconduct would be anything he would be pleased to hear about, especially when giving her permission to take control of Azrael, himself. She was honored highly by her dear father and wouldn't let it go to waste; she would do her best to be the best Second Death there could ever be.

"... I Understand," she finally spoke up, using the Royal Tone and no longer harboring any malice in her voice. It rang as clear as crystal, just as the Tensei were known to do once they were at an utter calm. Her once reddened eyes returned to their heterochromatic black-and-white colors, of which she would gaze off coldly into the very blackness of the planet whose core had already been siphoned from it long ago. It was holding on simply by feeding on the life force of its inhabitants, but even then, Vescrutia was only sucking them dry and killing them slowly on her own. It was unsightly. "... Then, Allow Me To Prove Myself By Taking Over." She stepped forward, holding up her hand and loosely pointing to the planet, Vescrutia. Her 'Ultimate Atlas' expanded to match the complete coordinate system of the planet Vescrutia in all forms; the micro and macro. From conceptual to dimensional plane, she would be able to monitor all forms of movement on her 'Ultimate Atlas' and there would be no place to run from her nor the Plagues and Death she was to release upon them.

"Flies; Mark Territory. Locusts; Follow And Consume." The Flies would be instructed to find any points that the initial Swarm of Locusts hadn't already gotten to and land there, watching those places and becoming a great disturbance. Eventually, the Locusts would follow them. She waited to see how the prospect of the first insects would be and how much they would be able to harvest alone. If necessary, she could send out the next legion of the Pestilence; otherwise known to them as 'Conquest.' That was the Horseman that they'd not been paying attention to, unfortunately... But Conquest always kept a close eye on the Points of Interest. As 'Archdeath,' or 'Second Death,' Shinritha had control over all of the Horsemen and their Plagues as an individual, and was taught to utilize them by Azrael and her father, as well as The Father. She was fortunate to have such loving support from each of them, even after her screw ups. That's why she wasn't going to mess this one up.

-Timeskip-

Shinritha watched over the work of the Flies and the Locusts, finding them to be extremely effective in getting the harvest accomplished. There was death, but in that death, there would be new life. Azrael was teaching her well. "Time To Go," she would say, foreseeing no more profitable gain from consuming the crops of the land, "Haul In." She maintained her stature as best she could, knowing that she was going to have to be more formal and stately in her manner if she were going to be the head of an entire nation. The Dusk was all hers and her father trusted her to run it properly. They couldn't have another incident like with the first Banshoukage of the Dusk. She did not want to be a disappointment to her father when given a role of responsibility. She already felt like she'd failed him before, and also that she'd been watching on the sidelines for a very long time the same thing happen with many others. She refused to be one of them. Mistakes were no longer an option.

"Thank You, Azrael, For Everything. Your Services Have Been Wonderful. That Will Be All." Shinritha even tried to speak much more properly and with regalia, making a conscious effort to be more controlled. It was up to her to maintain her own composure. Daddy couldn't be here all the time like she wanted him to. The both of them had major responsibilities to attend to, and it was time for Shinritha to get back to hers now that the First Arm had been conquered and she'd landed upon her kingdom as its Queen and Goddess. "... I'm Going Out. Send The Harvest To The Metal Pumpkinhead." Shinritha turned away and disappeared, exiting the confines of her own dimension gifted to her by her father and back into the Dusk, where she needed to get started on governing.