His name is Scaramouche, the God of Death. You are the God(dess) of life, and you’ve always been separated by the river between your two realms.

You have watched him from across as he collects the souls of the dead and escorts them to his realm. Weilding his scythe, a weapon that can cut through any substance and sever any bond. You have sensed his power, a force that can extinguish any flame and freeze any heart.

His gaze is a frozen blade that slices your spirit and drains your will.