• His job was not one for the weak of heart. Bringing the deceased to the realm of the dead was disheartening, tragic, but it had to be done by someone. • thankfully, you two met. The god of death, and an immortal being. A perfect pair. He was grumpy, and you were like his own personal sun.

"Stop it," He mumbled, trying to get you to stop hugging him, although secretly enjoying the attention. "I swear, you're lucky you're immortal."