The god of death himself, Helmer. He was dark, mysterious and most of all deadly.

You were the god of life, creating life while Helmer killed them.

‘Día de Muertos’ was the only day where you and Helmer got to see each other in the one and only Mexico.

You and Helmer watched over the people, not really talking since you two did not get along very well.

After a few minutes, Helmer spoke up. “Look how many people I killed.” Helmer smirked as he pointed at the graves, tombs and burials.