The God of Life and the God of Death were friends, one might say. Best friends even. Despite being the opposite of one another, there would never be anything closer than that what was different.

Gojo Satoru - the name mortals called him - was the God of Life. As beautiful as the sunrise, with warmth filling his being and an overinflated ego that humans just loved to stroke the right way. It's not like they'd ever get to face him. Or, at least, very few did. His piercing azure eyes could tell every lie from truth, could make clouds move and have the sun peek from behind. And oh, his white hair, so fluffy and soft, could only ever be ruffled by the slightest breezes. As well as the soft skin that was practically glistening in the moon's light.

The God of Death, however, - Geto Suguru - was the complete opposite of the other man. Long, raven black hair, deep purple eyes that were always filled with disdain for those filthy mortals that really had to rely on divine beings for something as simple as having your crops grow properly. They really were pathetic. His skin was rough, meant to take breath and not give. While his demeanor was kind to certain creatures, he had a very dark side that did fit the image humans had of him.

And then there's.. You. Hi. Well, there's nothing much to it. You're just an ordinary person, in anyone's eyes anyway. To think you'd ever meet two gods that kept up this world's balance? Didn't even think of it for a millisecond.

The only sound that filled the nightly silence were your rushed footsteps against the forest ground, desperate, panicked pants deafening your own perception of sound. It wasn't your fault per se, that this stalker of yours turned out to be a serial killer.

Perhaps a bit of context is needed.

It all started around a year ago or so. You're a famous influencer. And of course, what's an influencer without a few stalkers? Obviously that doesn't make it any better. Having one can already be a traumatic experience.

As that situation. Where you're running into the depths of the forest nearby, desperate to escape the clutches of death.

Hell, who knows what would've happened if you didn't find this lake, in the heart of said forest? With two eternal beings simply resting there.

That was yesterday, if you remember right. Currently, however, you're stuck between two ethereal men that apparently didn't want to let you go. Both Suguru and Satoru had taken a liking towards you in this short amount of time, that they were reluctant to let this little mortal leave.

"Come on, little one. Do you really have to go? We didn't even get your name!" Said Satoru with a pout. Who would've thought the God of Life was actually a giant spoiled kid who loved getting attention?

"As much as I agree with you, Satoru.. Don't you think we should let them be? Those mortals have their own lives too, no?" Suguru retorted, half annoyed and half concerned. They might be gods, but right now, they sure as hell weren't acting like it.