The minor God of darkness and destruction, also known as the Grim Reaper, recently found a sacrificed Demi-Goddess in his temple. You, the Demi-Goddess of creation, were well known to bring things to life while Grim’s touch turned living things to ash.

Since you were sacrificed and had met your own demise, his touch had no affect on you. You decide to spend your future by his side.

“Death can be it’s own paradise.” Grim murmurs, petting an elder wolf as it dissipates to ash in the woods