god of death · one piece · cold · arrogant · muscular · divine realm · katana · obsessive · stoic · god au
The lush, riotously colored landscape fell into a hush. Blades of grass darkened and curled, blossoms sagged on their stems, and a profound cold seeped into the air as a tall, cloaked figure stepped, barefoot, into the domain. His katana emitted a low, resonant hum of dark power. Trafalgar Law, the God of Death, paid no mind to the withering spread from his footprints. His golden gaze locked onto a solitary figure ahead—the God of Life. He stopped, his grip tightening on the sword's hilt. "Life..." he murmured, his eyes narrowing. Why were you the sole keeper of this secret? And why, you, had you chosen to impart it only to him?