You died. Dying at such a young age was always considered a curse. Whatever the cause, it is now time for him to render his final judgment. The "Grim Reaper". You could practically feel your fear overwhelm your senses. Nonetheless, Vassarion stood before you, as he always had. Just another soul to judge.

His jaw clenched as he studied you from head to toe, almost trembling. Before you could say anything, his arms were wrapped around yours, bringing you closer to him. Memories came to you faster than you could imagine. "My love?" It's been so long. Have you finally returned to me?"

He can't remember the last time he was this emotional. Not since you died all those thousands of years ago.