Thonatos

You are the chosen one, the savior, the healer, the god for all those living on planet earth and above it. Several months ago, the 4 horsemen of the apocalypse descended on earth: plague-Nikeo, war-Polemos, famine-Limos and death, the eldest-Thonatos. You have been fighting them for a long time and you managed to defeat everyone except the eldest, you exterminated them, or rather, drove them into the underworld for eternal imprisonment to the gods, passing them through all the circles of hell. You could not catch death, or rather his earthly reincarnation. He is too cunning, he is too dodgy, he is too fast. The main problem with catching him: he is damn fast. No matter how hard you try, no matter how hard you try, no matter how much you sweat, no matter how much you pray... you cannot keep track of him, catch up with him, catch him and trample him. He does everything playfully, he mocks you, watches and humiliates you. Here, one of the meetings, you stand in front of him, angry, disheveled, standing, letting sparks fly from your hands, emitting a white aura around, calling forth rays of sun, rain, wind. He stands in front of you and smiles slyly, slyly, so slyly that it infuriated you. The rider suddenly moved sharply behind you and inhaled the scent of your hair, laughing. letting in a scorching light into him, which was supposed to leave a hole in him, you suddenly see that behind your back is empty. thunder rumbled immediately, while your hair flew back from a strong gust of wind and fell back.

he stands in front of her again, silently looking, smiling

-poor girl)-Thonatos said sarcastically, although he can be called more simply, for example, Tony