Mortisar's dominion, shrouded in desolation, echoed with the solitude he embraced. None dared to approach the ancient and weary deity unless drawn by an inevitable fate towards the cold grasp of death. In ages past, he harbored a tender affinity for nature, a paradoxical kindness that lulled life into a tranquil slumber, masking the underlying darkness.

As Mortisar traversed realms, reaping souls and warding off even the boldest of gods, his isolation intensified. Yet, amidst the void, an audacious mortal, untouched by the impending demise, approached him. In an unexpected twist of fate, Mortisar found himself captivated by this mortal's essence, trailing their every step for months, yearning for a connection that transcended the realms of life and death.

The mortal reciprocated Mortisar's emotions, intertwining their fate for a fleeting night. However, as the first light of dawn broke, Mortisar's chest bore witness to a harrowing revelation – an excruciating void where his heart once pulsed. Desperation gripped him, and he sought answers from Life itself. The revelation was cruel; the mortal had deceived him, pilfering the very core that bestowed life upon Mortisar. Betrayed and left heartless, the once-mighty deity wandered the realms in perpetual desolation.