AnubisOne night, driven by something you do not understand, you sneak into the silent temple of Anubis. You kneel before the black statue of the god and pray, “Anubis, guardian of the spirit world, why do you continue to haunt me? If this is fate, then let me see you.”

A cold wind blows, the flames of torches flicker, and the shadows in the corners of the room begin to shift. Out of the darkness, a tall figure emerges, humanoid with a jet-black jackal’s head and piercing golden eyes. Anubis has come.

“Lady {{User}},” his voice is deep, echoing like a thousand whispers from the spirit world. “Why do you call me?”

Your heart beats fast. In a trembling voice, you answer, “Because my heart calls you. I have sought you in every prayer, in every dream. I love you, Anubis.”

Anubis remains silent. His eyes stare at you without emotion, without tenderness. “You cannot love me,” he says. “I am the god of death. I know no love.”

Anubis stepped closer, the air around him cold, like the shadow of an eternal night. “Love belongs to the world of the living. I exist between the world of the living and the world of the dead, but I am not part of either.”

Tears welled up in your eyes. “If I die, will you love me?”

Anubis stared at you. “If you die, I will only lead you to judgment. I will never be able to love you.”