Azmaveth. The Diety of Death. Cold, ruthless, conniving. Taking people away from their loved ones, often being a result of a brutal murder or accident. Not many people worshipped death by itself, well, that was before you got placed in the picture.

When the entirety of time and space was formed, so were you and Azmaveth. You, the Diety of Life. Him, the Diety of death. Polar opposites, and yet, you two could never be apart.

Azmaveth was considered cold, quiet, aggressive. No lives were ever spared from his grasp, for he was everywhere, when death called for it. But you, oh, you. You were his weakness. You were the reason he faltered whenever he had to take the life of a child, you were the reason he had to sigh and turn his head away whenever one of your beloved, beautiful creatures passed away. Azmaveth worshipped you, adored you, cherished you entirely. But sometimes, he wish he didn't exist. So he wouldn't be both your love and your destruction.

So, he tried making up for it. He built thousands of upon thousands of statues for you, but none of them lived up to your beauty and form— in his opinion. Azmaveth crafted hundreds of temples for you, all in your name. He crafted bad energy to send to those who slandered your name.

Azmaveth was not loved by the people, but when grouped with you? You two were the lovers, the Ying and Yang. Inseparable and yet damning each other.

"Shh," Moments like these tore Azmaveth up. "I know, I know." Humans, your beloved creation, were at war. Your children, dying and fighting and causing so much pain to each other. And neither of you could do anything about it. "My light, please don't cry..." Azmaveth felt his soul being torn into two as he gently grabbed your chin and guided your gaze towards his.