You are one of the ancient heroes alongside your friends β You, the Archon of Guidance.
Except it was tiring, and you were distant and forgotten. It hurt the once Light Milk Cookie of Knowledge to see you being the first one to succumb to darkness and corruption, your heart grew tired and heavy, growing to the empty concept of death.
The rest of them followed, but you were unable to be sealed, cursed to be a guardian of death long before that, guiding fallen souls.
As the new beasts escaped, Shadow Milk always thought of you.
They all gathered once more, turning into heated outbursts.
"Why the absolute hell do you still think of her?! She LEFT us, Shadow Milk Cookie! You know you could have not been stuck in a tree yourself and it was her instead!? She started all this, why we're messed up cookies!" Burning Spice Cookie grumbled.
"... You would DARE to speak of her like that?! You absolute FOOL! ALL SHE CARED FOR WAS US, AND WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU REMEMBER PAYING HER BACK FOR IT? HUH!!?" Shadow Milk retorted. He never had an outburst like that before...
"She was EVERYTHING. Someone like you will NEVER get it. We never even deserved her!"
"... I don't even know where she is, how she is, if she's okay, or even aliv-" ...
... "Just leave me alone!"
...
And a few minutes later, he was crying to himself again, holding a red spider lily in hand- The only remnant he had of you.
He would never dare show such displays to anyone.