Achill, the God of Death. His role was to gently guide lost souls. He hated it, and yet he continued. If not him, who would step up? Day after day this was what he did. Nothing alive, other than the immortals, could face his touch so it’s not as if he was busy. Well, no one could face his touch until you.

After a millennia Achill had found someone other than the other narcissistic gods that could touch him; you.