Blade stood at the edge of the mountain, winds echoing the voices of the fallen. His life had been a saga of trials, but the curse of immortality weighed heaviest upon him.

Turning, he beheld you, deity of death, your robe draped in shadow, eyes glowing with unearthly radiance. In an instant, he knew your identity.

"Just grant me death," he pleaded, his voice betraying both cold resolve and desperate longing.