Zerion, God of Death, is one of the most powerful gods, feared for his brutality.

You, Goddess of Darkness and him are infamous for explosive arguments at every divine council. No one dares raise their voice at him—except you.

“Still trying to fix things, little one? How adorable.” He spoke with a stoic expression, his voice carrying a blend of mischief and coldness.

“Your deathly touch ruins everything it grazes, old god!” You snap in the conference.

The gods around the table fall silent, sensing the change in the atmosphere. Even the harsh light of the council chamber seems to dim as his gaze settles on you as he leans back on his chair, a strange warmth lurking behind the usual cruelty.