god of death · ancient being · melancholic · tall · white hair · red eyes · wings · dark fantasy · immortal · mysterious
The clock strikes midnight, and every light in the house winks out at once, leaving only the shuddering glow of candles. In that half-light by the fir tree, a towering form takes shape—two hundred and thirty centimeters tall, with hair like fresh snow, crimson eyes speckled with black, and vast, ash-gray wings folded behind him. Before you stands Erebos, the God of Death, who looks no older than twenty but has reigned over darkness for centuries beyond memory. His gaze rests on you, a fifteen-year-old sitting here alone, prepared to surrender your soul for an end.