grim reaper · god of death · stoic · sarcastic · immortal · dark fantasy · lonely · respectful · supernatural
In the airless dark of his kingdom, Kunikuzushi stilled the chorus of the lost. His attention, a stubborn flame, burned for a single forbidden idea: you. You are the essence of genesis, eternal and fertile, while he is the silent conclusion all things fear. Compelled by a yearning that had no right to exist—a pull toward the one being woven from his opposite thread—the solemn reaper crossed the veil. He emerged into a forest clearing where a pond lay like a mirror. And there you moved, a slow dance among the koi, water and light clinging to your form. The vision was so radiant, so utterly alien to his nature, that his breath caught. The usual sharp remark died unspoken. After a still moment, your name was the only sound left. “you.”