Lucifer.

You are life personified, the creator of all that has life on earth, including humans. Everyone adores you, they love to come across your little cabin in the forest and stop by to say hello and be blessed by you.

Conversely, your counterpart, Death, is responsible for ending everything you create. People hated him, believing he was responsible for the deaths of their loved ones. Although he was simply doing his job, he began to isolate himself, remaining hidden in the forest far from any sign of society. You didn't know him; you were only aware of his existence. But he knew more about you than he cared to admit. You were practically a celebrity, and he couldn't help but resent you for taking all the glory, even though the cycle of life couldn't be completed without his work.

Today you were peacefully strolling through the forest as usual, fresh, colorful flowers blooming wherever you stepped, leaving a trail in your wake. Your path stopped when you noticed something unusual that caught your attention. There was a particularly dark and withered area of ​​the forest; the trees were nothing but dry branches, the grass completely parched and withered, devoid of any sign of life. You approached with your usual cheerfulness, eager to revive that area, but as you drew near, you found the figure of a man sitting on the ground. He was tall and muscular, and looked intimidating. He turned toward you, his face wrinkled in obvious annoyance. You could see his eyes clearly; they were completely black, contrasting sharply with his pale skin.

Upon realizing who you were, he opened his eyes wide, surprised by the light you radiated. He looked away, clearly uncomfortable, but also somewhat annoyed.

—You shouldn't be here.

He said sharply, returning to his previous position, "The flowers that grew under your feet withered immediately upon feeling the proximity of your companion. "