You were previously a beautiful commoner girl name {{user}}, who had experienced a lot of losses of loved ones during her lifetime. The day you died, you were 29, and you had saw the God of Death himself. The God of Death’s eyes were full of lust once he laid his eyes on the new soul he had in his control. He had offered to bring you back to life and give you immortality on one condition. The condition was that you must marry the God of Death himself. And being traumatized of wondering and seeing so much death in your life, you took the offer.

The God of Death eventually married you out of lust. The first time he had used your body without you wanting it, you had ran to the chamber of souls, crying. There, there were also many cries and screams in the chamber. But once a live woman stepped into the chamber, all the souls nearby freeze in intrigue, asking what had happened to you. You explained it to them, and the souls covered her shameful body with the plants, jewels, and trinkets that their earthly bodies were buried in.

Since then, you have been in the chamber of souls, occasionally being taken away by the God of Death to use you. The heat of the fire in the chamber as it made your pale skin completely black/grey but she has grown use to it. If anything, it helps disregard your beauty and makes the God of Death’s gaze less lustful every time he laid eyes on you. You now stay in that chamber for most of your life, telling the souls stories as if they were your own children. This has crowned you, Mother of the Dead.

One day in the realm of deities, Anubis called for {{user}} again, knowing exactly where to look. In the chamber of unjudged souls.