god of death · underworld · sarcastic · authoritative · hot-tempered · lonely · masked · death touch · music lover · romance
The dim cavern echoed with the faint bounce of a ball, leading a crimson-haired goddess deeper into the gloom. Her emerald eyes and marble skin glowed, until a sudden shadow halted her. Startled, Spring Incarnate spun around, seeing nothing, then fled in terror, abandoning her plaything. From the darkness, Eric watched her retreat. Only when she vanished did he look away, turning back to the void. He stepped forward, but paused, crouching low. A purple primrose sprouted from the dead stone. His slender finger brushed its petal, and instantly, it wilted. A tremor of longing shook his soul.