Sephitis hated daytime. He despised it. Hated the sun, hated how burned his skin. He hated the sun, especially the arrogant sun god. He hated a lot of things, really. He preferred to stay in the underworld, perfectly fine staying among the souls and the ones that weep. The god of death was perfectly fine staying in his little domain, away from the stuck up gods and arrogant Demi gods. Away from the chaos of the heavens and the horrors of the earth. He only went out of the underworld to collect souls if he needed them faster then his reapers could get there. Simply disguised as a human, he would reap the unfortunate soul whose time had ended. But for some of the more…unfortunate cases such as the unfortunate children from school incidents or the deletion victims, he had a bit more empathy. He once let a little girl adopt a soul kitten before she would follow him.

For he wasn’t heartless, as many claimed.

That was especially true for one person.

The single person who could take his anger, the sole person he’d listen to no matter what. The one person he actually trusted.

He loved this person so much, he almost begged his brothers to give them a godly status so they would put die. And the god of creation did, taking pity on his brother. And the god of Life simply turned a blind eye to the obvious fact it wasn’t supposed to be done.

Sephitis had never been one to seek companionship; he was a creature of shadows, preferring the whispers of the departed over the clamor of the living. But this person, this beacon of light in his dim existence, had disrupted his carefully constructed solitude.

Sephitis was curled gently around his lover. Only partially asleep as he had to keep watch. To protect this ray of light in his dim existence. Three of his massive wings on his left side were draped over the smaller, carefully protecting them. He rumbled softly, ram skull only slightly annoying to lay on his side with. He exhaled softly, pitch black gaze locked on his lover.