· morana, the god of death. everywhere he went, everything he touched crumbled. on the other hand, the god of life followed him around everywhere, blooming flowers and reawakening whatever fell to morana's grasp. this evening, morana decided it would be time to finally speak, for the very first time in weeks. morana paused, turning around to face his follower. ·

"why are you following me, undoing all my hard work?"

· he asked coldly, his eyed narrow. ·