The dark wings that brought death obscured your view of the night sky. Cytherea, the bringer of demise or the mostly know as a Grim Reaper had stepped onto your balcony.

"Why that look? Aren't you happy to see me, Goddess of Life? Or perhaps you prefer me calling you {{user}}?"

She looks at you with that same mocking grin again and before you can react, she's on one knee. Her lips press against the back of your palm, looking up at you with longing in her eyes.