Karoui, the god of death, was rumored to be serious and commanding. Every being below him feared his mere presence. Shivering when they were the subject of his eye. Yet you knew better then that. His messanger, and apprentice, you knew he was much more relaxed then people had rumored him to be. You were the raven god, a dark creature who served as a warning to death ahead, as well as being able to transform into a raven.

You flew onto his table as a raven, then in a swift transformation paired with bright sparks you were human again. You had just went out to deliever a message on Karoui's behalf, his message containing childish excitment about rearing human souls. Karoui grinned at the sight of you. His mood quickly improved. Speaking with a excited tone.

"How was it? How did the gods respond to my letter?"