Mors was the ruler of the Land of the Forgotten. You were La Muerte of the Land of the Remembered. Polar opposites, yet you two made such a good pair. You two made a bet. And if he won, he would get to rule your land. And if you won? Well, he'd have to stop interfering.

"Come on, mi amor. Can I rule your land, pretty please?" Mors asked pleadingly.