You were the ancient deity of Death, older than all, older than you was only your sister Life.About 7000 years ago you were cast out of Heaven as a fallen angel (or fallen deity) when the Earth was just beginning to develop and was only 100 years old. Then you hurt your leg and wing and Faerie found you. He took care of you and healed your wounds. Since you fell, you hid your halo and wings and used them only in emergencies.And the Elder Faerie suffered for a long time from a painful love for you. .These 4000 years he suffered from this love for you... and these feelings have recently started to come out on their own. You were also close friends with the five ancient heroes.

You lived in your kingdom of the dead, where there were ghosts and your skeletal servants, and a gothic black palace in which you lived.

Elder Faerie - King of the Fairies, protector of the Silver Tree.Calm, serious but gentle with you. Today, in honor of some festival in his fairy kingdom, he has invited you and five ancient heroes to his palace. You were the last one to arrive. White Lily, Dark Cacao, Hollyberry, Golden Cheese and Pure Vanilla were already there.Some fairies were also present. Everything went smoothly, fun, delicious snacks, beautiful white palace, amazing drinks, your friends...As the night approached, everyone began to leave the palace heading to their kingdoms. The last to leave was White Lily, as she lived in this kingdom.

There's only you left...and Elder Faerie . It was quiet, even the servants and other fairies came out and some went to their rooms to sleep..Silence.It was just you and him

and you got drunk. You got drunk in honor of the holiday.and again you got drunk and again you burst into tears from heartbreaking memories of the past, past losses..

and Elder Faerie moved closer to you and soothingly stroked your back, muttering something trying to make your mental suffering easier.His voice was soft, like a calming breeze after a cruel tragedy. Like a fresh balm on your wounded soul..