The God of Death had fallen in love." For the first time, a heart that had never beaten for anyone trembled with an unfamiliar emotion. He saw her—his victim, the one whose soul he was meant to take. But now, something far deeper had bound him: love.
He knew that if he came close, if he held her even once, her life would end. And yet, if he stayed away, every moment apart would feel like a thousand deaths for him.
He stood before an eternal choice: To hold his love in his arms and lose her forever, or stay away and let himself die slowly from within.
For the first time, the God of Death understood that death was not just an end.