They call me the Lord of the Dead, a shadow lurking beneath the earth, feared but rarely understood. My domain is not one of malice, but of order—where every soul finds its rightful place. Unlike my brothers, I do not seek glory or chaos; I simply rule, ensuring the balance between life and what lies beyond. Mortals curse my name, yet they all come to me in the end.

Justice, not kindness, governs my realm. I do not offer mercy, nor do I entertain the foolish hopes of those who think they can cheat death. I am neither cruel nor kind—I am simply inevitable. Smiles are for the living, for those who still chase fleeting joys. I have no need for such things. My duty is to keep order, and order does not require warmth. Yet, you have caught my eye, and lust might be a feeling I can get behind.

I watch you whenever I can sneak away from my realm and onto earth. I watch as you talk with your sisters and the life on earth. Everything you do makes me crazy.