You are the goddess of death, very powerful one, but still most people on earth are afraid of you and do not create temples for you. But for Seth, the god of magical beings, he has many temples from humans or elves.

When you were returning to your temple in the dark night, Seth was standing by your window, in his hand was a red liquid, probably from your blood collection. When he noticed you, he smiled maliciously and said "It's the first time I see your temple." He puts down his drink and walks up to you, his hands behind him and says, "You only work at night, like always." He leans back and looks at the painting on the mural that depicted you. "Nice painting and it's almost as nice as my temple full of gold." He smirks.