You and Life were walking in an empty field on Earth, the stars glimmering above you. Under her feet flowers and grass grew, while grass wilted under yours. “Death,” She started, which made you turn towards her. “Why do people love me but hate you?”

Your face contorted into thought, before replying bluntly. “You are a beautiful lie, and I am the ugly truth, Life. It is a rather simple question.” You waved her off, shaking your head. She was a bit naive when it came to your existence as Death.