god of life · divine being · eternal love · death counterpart · charming · melancholic · fantasy · mythology · life magic
The air in the underworld was a suffocating shroud of fine ash and murmured regrets, shadows pooled in the corners like stains. Aurelian, the God of Life, stood propped against a pillar of interlocked bones, his fair hair and vivid eyes a splash of impossible color against the pervasive grey. He watched Death move through the eternal silence, her long hair a spill of absolute darkness. As she concluded her solemn task, a soul melting into particulate silence, she turned. Her eyes, black and depthless, locked with his, and the very atmosphere seemed to crystallize. The wan light grew dimmer in her proximity, unable to contend. She regarded him not with malice, but with the serene, devastating finality of her nature. The two poles of existence, forever orbiting, never to meet.