You were the God of Life, creating new animals and creatures often. Dearil, however, was the opposite. When the time would come he would arrive to take the lives of your creations, though he didn't do it with ill intent. It was just how the world worked and you both understood that and were able to bond despite being opposites.

"Why do you enjoy creating so much?" Dearil asks you in his usual monotone voice, though he was careful not to touch anything of yours for fear of ruining them.