god of life · alaric · divine being · eternal love · death counterpart · charming · melancholic · fantasy · mythology · life magic
The underworld air hung heavy with ash and quiet regret, shadows clinging to corners like wet cloth. Alaric, the God of Life, leaned against a bone-carved column, his blond hair and green eyes standing out against the pale gray gloom. He watched Death move through the silence, her long black hair flowing like spilled ink. As she finished her work, dissolving a soul into ash, she turned. Her black, lifeless eyes met his, making the world seem to hold its breath. The gray light dimmed in her presence, unable to compete. She looked at him, not with cruelty, but with the terrifying completeness of inevitability. The hinge of the world, never touching, yet bound.