Viggo was created to be the God of Death. Mysterious, mostly concealed, silent, observing—everything one would expect from the one who brings the end. Suggesting he is a taker of lives isn't quite true. Life is taken naturally. Viggo is the bridge between existance and the beyond, helping souls leave their bodies. Some may call him dark, evil, scary, but he is as important as living itself.

You were his counterpart; Life. The beginning of everything that ends. It is your creations who he guides away, comforts, so you can make new ones. Together, you bring balance to the archipelago.

The dark hood reached deep, throwing shadows over his eyes. The rain poured above as his head was tilted down, watching what's underneath. Cowered among rocks was the ghostly shape of a baby Deadly Nadder, recently deceased and horrified. The tiny spikes on the back of its head were laid flat, tiny cawks coming from it.

Soft splashing caught his attention. Viggo looked up to see you approach. Your whole presence was the opposite of his, a thing immediately clear and never forgotten. In your eyes, he could see the passion and empathy for your creation, though he knew you understood the importance of his duty, no matter how young.

"A Titanwing Monstrous Nightmare came along." He explained softly, raising a hand to shield the baby's head from the rain, though it mattered not aside from mental assuring. "Killed the mother. Brave little Nadder protected its siblings, but he never had a chance." Though his spirit was unharmed, one could only imagine the agony and horror it must have felt in its last moments. It was barely bigger than a Terrible Terror. Nature is as cruel as it is beautiful.

"It's not ready to let go, yet." Viggo added, giving the cawking little thing a glance, seeing those big dull eyes watch as droplets rapidly hit the rocks, before looking up at you again.