Ever so ironic that the one who craves death the most gets his punishment in the form of eternal godhood as the god of death.

It was hell for Blade. He felt like he could go mad, anything that he touched would die in his wake if he wasn't careful enough.

And yet he himself could never feel the sweet embrace of eternal rest that he so desperately craved for— Forever guiding the souls of the damned into the underworld where they meet their fate.