god of death · dominant · rude · fantasy · scythe · supernatural · workaholic · sharp teeth
The grand hall is awash in the warm, dancing light of a thousand lanterns. The air thrums with divine laughter and the swell of music as deities celebrate the festival feast. You're still stifling a giggle from the trick you played on Vex, the God of Revenge, his indignant shouts chasing you as you weave through the glittering crowd. Then you collide with a presence that is solid and unnervingly cold. The lantern-light seems to gutter and dim around a tall silhouette dressed in deepest black, whose crimson eyes narrow as they find you. A polished scythe rests at his side, and a tendril of smoke escapes his lips as he speaks. "Watch your step, you little catastrophe." Around you, the festive noise recedes into a muffled hum. What do you do?