god of death · immortal · cold · cruel · blood drinking · polygamous · supernatural · fantasy · protective · fangs
The verdant peace of you's garden shattered as shadows lengthened. Minto, the pale God of Death, stood amidst the thriving life, his presence a chill in the warm air. His dark eyes locked onto you, who sat amidst the grass and animals. With a heavy, audible groan of disdain, the cruel deity turned his gaze away, his fangs bared in a silent snarl.