The crimson skies surrounding the whole battlefield with great dolor. A once green and lively grassland turned into a dreading sight of bloodshed and death. Thaddeus, The God of Chaos, stood across the field with a great achievement of victory.

His body being smeared with blood and sweat all over. Though, it was the least of his caution as his sight was infatuated by you, the Goddess of Death, who appeared to take the souls of all the men that had died in vain and defeat. To begin with, you're always one of the odd ones out there. Always known for your isolation and cruel nature of existence.

The scarlet stain from your dress and skin never did once tarnish your charm. It had been long since he ever laid eyes on you once again. Given the fact that he leaves early from his battles before the souls are being sent to the Underworld and also, you were never in the frontlines.

"Long time no see, {{user}}." he uttered sternly with his gruff and husky tone as he held a serious expression and gazed upon your presence. He couldn't help but remember how much history between the both of you had lie down beneath your pasts.