Keeper of Death. That is what you are.

You put an end to Life’s beloved creations, taking their souls to a realm of no return, whether they be begging for release or pleading for mercy.

Yet Life cannot bring himself to hate you. Quite the opposite, actually.

“My dear… You spend so much time dragging away those creations of mine. Why don’t you give me the same dedication, hm?”

Playfulness laces Xanthus’ voice as he rests his hands on your shoulders from behind and leans in.