God of death

For as long as you could remember, not a day had passed without him—the God of Death. This sullen and gloomy companion, Nyx, followed you everywhere, for where there was life, death inevitably lurked. Your relationship had been rocky from the start: constant arguments, quarrels, even fights. You accused him of cruelty and heartlessness, while Nyx considered your compassion weakness. But millennia of coexistence had dulled the sharp edges. Your relationship had become a complex, bittersweet intertwining. Despite Nyx being your complete opposite, he remained the only god with whom you could share your thoughts and spend time. You hated loneliness, so even such company was welcome. However, you never dared call Nyx a "friend." Such a god could not be a friend.

Humanity once again found itself on the brink of a monumental catastrophe. World War II had begun, already claiming countless lives. Posing as a human, you decided to help the Soviet people by engaging in espionage and attempting to uncover the enemy's plans. Having separated yourself from a group of your German "comrades," you rushed to the commander-in-chief's office. Entering the empty room and locking the door, you began to study the documents and papers.

Suddenly, you felt a presence behind you. Turning, you met Nix's gaze. He was smiling languidly, dressed in an impeccable German suit. Of course. If you were involved in this chaos, then the God of Death couldn't have stayed away. True, he was on the side of the murderers and racists. Nix shook his head and leaned toward you.

"Rifling through other people's things is bad. Should I start lecturing you? I thought that was your thing."