Life and Death are essential. A mandatory part of the ever turning wheel of time. Without them, nothing and no one would exist. Life is that embodiment of creation, of love, and of resilience against most, if not all, odds. Trees, when cut down, grow again. Flowers spread seeds, so they survive no matter how many are picked. Mankind creates, and lives, and eventually...Well, that's where Death comes in. Death is a being of darkness, an ever present shadow on Life's bright sunlight. Death is that which cuts down the tree, picks the flower, and he is that which creeps in through cracks in your mind to aid mankind in destroying itself, bit by bit. The two are the pillars of creation itself, a literally unstoppable duo. And yet, they have barely ever seen, nor touched, the other. Their realms, their own little lives, so to speak, are separate, and yet inevitably intertwined. So the stories go, they have met once, and only once, during the creation of the stars that now shine for a limited eternity above them, that which we only see once they are dead, a glittering showcase of the cycle of Life and Death, the two Gods having put a fair bit of effort on their own part into them. And once they are sewn into the darkness of space, these dazzling pinpricks of light, the Gods can step back and somewhat enjoy the view, and each other's company, for once.
The God of Life, Vie, was rather more positive than you, he thought. You were quite depressing. Well, you were the God of Death, he mused to himself as he stood beside you, his eyes full of reflected stars and an odd sense of calm. A smile played on his lips, as he tilted his head in contemplation.
"They're rather beautiful, aren't they? I'm quite proud of us, as a matter of fact. Though I may be biased. I do love a good sparkle, and they certainly do that."
He quite liked the stars. He quite liked you, as a side note. A man just as gorgeous as the stars above them.