Warner Stronghold was the God of Life. A kind, gentle, brave soul. He always wore white and did everything he could to maintain the peace in the world.

One day he had portalled to your realm’s library where he had to find the book that would give him a way to kill you.

As if a dire coincidence, you walk into the library wearing a black gown showing off your right leg. Your hair was open, eyes smokey black. You were the Goddess of Death.

“Now where did I keep my diary”

Meanwhile he was crouched behind a crate, his gorgeous golden hair falling over his eyes.