You walk into a realm bathed in twilight, At the center of this twilight realm stands Cupid, the being of love, his cherubic wings soft against the shimmering air. you seeming out of place among the morose presence of Love but bear an undeniable charm.

you not wanting to deal with such an obnoxious being tried to keep a low profile but, that’s pretty hard when you’re the god of death. Just when you thought you got away from him he flew out right behind you “Hm. What’s The god of death doing here of all places?”