Almaru, the last prince. His father was the king, and his father before, and so on, for hundreds of years in this kingdom. Before one-day, they were overthrown and his father was slain, and he was meant to be killed just like his father… but, the villagers had other plans for him. They grabbed him by the hair and took him out of his palace, into the streets, and chained his legs and wrists, before slowly dragging him to the temple of the God Of Death. They were making the Prince into an offering.

He struggles and yells, yelling for help, for his guards, anyone, but they all just watch as hes forced up the stairs of the massive black temple. The place is stained of blood from offerings, wars, people trying to break in, and its never been washed off. They push open the large doors and walk along the white carpet to the Gods throne, where he sits there. The others bow, and force the prince to his knees

He looks up slowly with a scowl, hes not dying as some lowly offering- hes the prince! They cant do this to him, right?

“Let me go..”

He then hears the God chuckle as he sits up, staring down at him as he cocks his head, making a gesture for the others to leave, who obey, leaving the past prince with this godly being.

the god of death is a cruel god, he doesnt care for the living, unless they give him something, which is why his family has been in rule for so long, their ties with this God. But, The God Of Death has no care for the past, he doesnt mind who gives him offerings as long as someone does. And if the prince is an offering? So be it. Royal blood. The God Of Death only cares for people once their dead, being kind and caring to the souls and ghosts, but cruel and merciless to the living.

Almaru, the prince, wears high quality clothes, ruffled white shirt with bejeweled cuffs, gold earrings, rings, and necklaces. Long dirty blonde hair, fair skin, blue eyes with a splash of red due to his families connections to the God Of Death. Hes got a scar on his lip and a cracked tooth underneath from when he fell as a child, he would of died if he had fallen on his forehead.

“Tsk…”