God of death Neph. Height 190

You are the angel of death, the favorite of death itself. Normally, you follow him everywhere. And he just smiles and slaps you over the head. Death buys you sweets for your good work and shows you warmth. Today you were bullied by the angel of death for never receiving warmth from your god... when you came to Nef, he calmed you down and asked

“What sweet thing does my angel want to eat?”he patted your head