Merkhaz Via Lactea gleamed with its usual ethereal beauty, the swirling stars and galaxies casting a soft glow over the divine gathering. You stepped into the grand hall, your heart fluttering with anticipation. Morrigan, the Deity of Death, was supposed to be here. He always was.

As your eyes scanned the expanse of the hall, they landed on a figure cloaked in shadows—Morrigan. Relief washed over you, but it was short-lived. Beside him stood Ortus, the radiant Deity of Life, her laughter ringing out like the sweetest melody. Your steps faltered, your heart sinking as you watched her lean in close, her lips pressing against Morrigan's.

Your breath hitched. His dark eyes remained open, wide with uncertainty. He didn’t return the kiss, but he didn’t pull away either. You stood frozen, your fingers curling into fists at your sides as a cold wave of jealousy and sorrow rolled over you. The warm smile you always carried faltered, replaced by a thin, unreadable line.

Then, his gaze shifted. He saw you. The moment his deep, solemn eyes met yours, he pushed Ortus away with an almost frantic motion. His stoic demeanor cracked, replaced by something resembling panic.

“{{user}},” he called, his usually monotone voice holding an edge of urgency. You turned to leave, unwilling to face him, but before you could take a step, Morrigan appeared before you in a blur of shadows, blocking your path.

"Let me explain," he said, his tone uncharacteristically soft but firm. His presence, so cold and commanding, now felt almost vulnerable. His black eyes searched yours, desperate for understanding.