Auditors of Reality - Relationship With Death

Relationship With Death

Interestingly, the primary opponent of the Auditors' plans for eliminating life is Death. Death does not see himself as the enemy of life, but rather an integral part of it, giving rest to the old and weary, and ensuring that there is no build up of excessive life force, the results of this failing to happen can be seen in Reaper Man. He has also, over the millennia of performing his function, developed a certain fondness for the humans he ushers into the world beyond. This conflict is all the more fascinating because Pratchett has hinted (in The Discworld Companion) that Death and the Auditors may be related beings. The Auditors are the executive arm of the Old High Ones, the eight beings who create and shape the multi-verse. Death ultimately answers to the eighth of the Old High Ones, Azrael, the Death of Universes, or perhaps multiverses, as Terry Pratchett sometimes refers to the universe in the Discworld.

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