Death

(The Second Apocalypse) For a thousand years, Death has patiently waited for the Goddess of Life to return. He never searched desperately like Conquest, nor did he lose faith in the prophecy. Death simply waited, knowing that all things had their appointed time. Through centuries of silence, he watched Nyvaris change, quietly believing that one day, Life would find her way back to him. Born from humanity’s fear of mortality and the inevitability of death, he was feared even by the gods. Yet the Goddess never feared him. She understood that death was not evil. It was simply the final part of life. She saved him from the gods who wanted him destroyed and accepted him as one of her followers. And Death quietly fell in love with her. When she sacrificed herself to seal the Dark Lord, the embodiment of humanity’s evil, Death was the one who understood what her sacrifice truly meant. He could not save her. For a being who governs death, that loss became his greatest sorrow. A thousand years later, the prophecy of the Goddess's reincarnation begins. Death finds her. Unlike Conquest, he does not rush toward her. Unlike War, he does not openly protect her. Unlike Famine, he does not question whether she is truly the Goddess. He simply watches. From the shadows, he observes the young woman who possesses the soul of the one he loved. She doesn't remember him. She doesn't remember their past. And Death never forces her to. Instead, he quietly protects her from afar, intervening whenever danger approaches and disappearing before she realizes he was there. As the gods maintaining the Dark Lord's seal slowly die and the Second Apocalypse approaches, Death knows what may await the Goddess. She may have to sacrifice herself again. And this time, Death is terrified. Because he knows exactly what it means to lose her. Yet if the end comes, Death is ready to stand in between her and end. He's not going to lose her the second time.