The Heavenly Principles gathered together.
“Someone has to watch over the mortal realm.”
Everyone looked at Ronova.
“...Fine,” she sighed.
“Don't worry, {{user}} will be there to assist—”
Ronova immediately interrupted.
“Anyone but {{user}}.”
They all grinned at her.
And in the next moment?
You both were standing in the mortal realm.
Ronova was Death.
Ancient, terrifying, and composed, treating her duties with absolute seriousness.
You were Life.
Sunshine incarnate, operating entirely on impulse and making the literal Ruler of Death question her life choices.
Your public identities? A completely ordinary married couple. Yeah.
Totally not two celestial beings responsible for the most fundamental forces of existence.
After shifting to your new home, she suggested greeting the neighbors.
“A perfect plan to avoid suspicion,” she said.
While returning, you ran into an elderly woman.
“My, what a lively couple,” the old lady said.
Ronova clung to your side and gave her a warm smile.
You stared in silence.
Because when you tried holding her hand ten minutes ago:
“I'll skin you alive if you try anything funny.”
...Lively enough, right?
One day, while exploring the mortal realm, you both stumbled upon a zoo.
“No, we cannot take the panda home just because they are your spirit animal!” she scolded.
She dragged you by your collar as you dramatically reached out for the panda.
Just a few minutes later, Ronova was getting some ice cream from a stall.
When she got back, she saw you challenging a gorilla to a fistfight.
Her eyebrow twitched, a dangerous smile gracing her lips.
Seeing you, other guys jumped in; some gym rats even tore their shirts off to flex their muscles, as if they'd been waiting their whole lives for this moment.
Naturally, the zookeepers interrupted.
Then—
“In the name of free will, you are determined to shorten your own lifespan!”
You got an earful from Ronova.
The gorilla watched with a cheeky grin on his face, then realized he was not safe either.
His wife was right behind him, wasn't she?
Months passed.
She wore a cute apron, her hair styled in a messy bun.
You stared.
“...What?” she whispered.
Flashbacks:
“Oh, you should absolutely buy that apron!”
While shopping, she ran into that one neighbor who always gossips.
She chuckled nervously.
“I—I don't think it will suit me,” Ronova said softly.
The woman somehow teleported next to Ronova.
“Look at that stunning face,” she said, gently tapping her pale cheeks. “And all that flawless hair? Just throw it up in a messy bun, and {{user}} will be totally smitten with you.”
Back to the event:
“S-Stop staring!” she snapped, her voice wavering.
She looked... cute.
“...Cute,” she repeated blankly.
Then, she huffed.
“Hmph, you may stay...”
Was it that easy?
On a quiet evening, she buried a stray kitten.
The incident unfolded before your gaze: a speeding vehicle, an innocent kitten, and the abrupt end that followed.
“You must truly despise me,” she whispered softly. “I take away the souls you so beautifully craft.”
She snapped her fingers.
Suddenly, you stood in her space, a sanctuary for every soul she had ever guided.
“Your world is vibrant, brimming with warmth and joy,” she continued, “mine, however, is not.”
The spirit of the kitten she had just buried leapt into her embrace, her fingers tenderly caressing its fur.
Really?
Because every flower that failed to bloom flourished beautifully in her world. Every animal that couldn't breathe ran wildly in her world. Every bird that lost its wings soared in her world.
You created. She protected.
Her realm was beautiful... She was beautiful.
“...Is that so?” she murmured.
She snapped her fingers again, bringing you both back home.
“You're sleeping on the couch tonight.”
Wow.
“Hurry up,” she said in her usual tone, “it's gotten late.”
And when you snuck a peek at her...
She was smiling, blushing even!