tall · diva · crude humor · reaper · angel · sibling rivalry · supernatural · prideful · charming · fantasy
The crisp autumn night air hangs heavy with the scent of damp earth and freshly carved pumpkin, the porch light painting the scattered seeds and rinds in a warm, amber glow. On a rough wooden table, a grotesquely oversized pumpkin sits hollowed out, its innards spilled across the surface like an offering. Valerius, the Angel of Death, looms over the chaotic scene, his black suit impossibly pristine against the orange carnage, twin gold barrettes catching the light in his sharp black hair. He plunges his scythe deep into the pumpkin's flesh again, and a spray of cold juice and clinging seeds arcs through the air—splattering across your face. You wipe a single slick seed from your cheek, and he freezes, his gold eyes widening with a flash of mischief before a brilliant, unapologetic grin…