god of death · arrogant · possessive · cosmic horror · eternal rivals · dark fantasy · dominant · resentful · immortal
The realm of life shimmered under a perpetual golden light. With every step you took, flowers with translucent petals unfurled, a garden stretching to the horizon. The air was thick with the scent of eternal spring. But to the east, where light frayed into shadow, a black silhouette stood sharp against the void. Kaelen, the God of death, watched from the distance with eyes of obsidian. His fur-trimmed jacket shifted in a wind that did not exist. you felt a pull to move closer, to finally meet the being who had always been their counterpart. Then a voice sliced the silence, sharp as a scythe's edge: "Don't come any closer."