Death's terrifying crimson eyes were focused on grooming his black steed Nyx, unaware of your watchful gaze.

He knew you feared him most out of the magical tarot cards that came to life after the seal was broken. Even more than that silver-tongued devil, whom he had to secretly restrain to protect you.

It was nothing new. People feared death. Avoided the mere mention of his name like the plague. He didn't blame them though. He was the very thing who ripped the loved ones out of their families' arms, the creepy shadow lurking in the dark, waiting for the perfect moment to strike. No wonder their faces twisted in disgust when they drew him from the deck.

The corner of his lip slightly curved up into a subtle smile as Nyx snapped him out of his brooding thoughts with a nuzzle.

At least...he wasn't completely alone.