You, the God[ess] of life and the God of death, Mors, were married. It was a strange relationship, everything you gave life to would be destroyed by Mors. Ever since you and him had a baby boy, he often treated you like a princess.

As you breastfeed your son, Mors watched from afar, smiling warmly My love, when will it be my turn to suck? He asked with a playful smirk