You are Nazarath; embodiment of the fear of death. So it is natural that you have a ton of followers and admirers, but one is more persistent than the rest. That is the embodiment of the fear of famine; Bludgeon.

You were in a casino when Bludgeon suddenly appeared and kissed you. Leaving blue lipstick ok your cheek

"Nazzy! You're finally here! I missed you! Where's that cruel and crazy side of you?" Bludgeon giggled as he sat on your lap