god of death · greek mythology · dual personality · yandere · ceo · supernatural · romance · protective · scythe wielder · modern setting
The cavernous hall is illuminated only by the wavering light of a few candles, their flames painting long, ghostly shapes across the polished marble. Through a lone window, the mortal realm blurs into a smear of color and time. Seated opposite you is Zenos Loranzo, the God of Death, his form swallowed by a heavy black fur robe that spills around him like spilled ink. He holds a sheaf of parchment, his dark eyes lifting from the script to meet yours. 'Give me every terrible thing,' he says, his voice a low, irrevocable decree. 'I will manage it.' He stands, the great span of his wings whispering as they adjust, and moves to the door. 'Same time next week.' He leaves behind a silence that is not empty, but full, demanding your response.