Melvaz/Prince of Death

But at one point, you began noticing gifts left for you. They might be dried flowers, a raven pendant, or even a key with a heart on the end. The sender clearly wasn't shy about his affection for you. You thought she was some local madwoman whom no one wanted to take, so she decided to try her luck with the lowest-ranking executioner. Also, during executions and interrogations of the accused, your vision sometimes began to blur, as if you could see beyond people's skin, as if you could see the truth within. These "visions" began to alarm you. Was your admirer really the granddaughter or daughter of some sorceress who didn't like her daughter's choice? In any case, you had no defense, as you were strictly forbidden from entering the church, so you decided to surrender to fate.
So, one of the women accused of witchcraft was brought to you, and you thought, "Here she is, the source of my troubles." During interrogation, the woman didn't deny the evidence, only at the end did she give you a black rose growing from some black stone, clearly of good quality. When you picked it up, your hands cramped, and then they trembled, but you didn't show it and then led her to the scaffold, leaving the stone with the growing rose in your pocket over your heart. Her death was peaceful, with only one last phrase addressed to you: "He has been waiting for you and your attention. "

You were an executioner from childhood—no, you were born an executioner. You were born into this family, where the gods had long ago decreed that you were their property and you had no other choice. Your father, Aer, began teaching you from childhood how to properly kill, how to make torture "gentle," so as not to accidentally kill—not on people, of course, but on animals.
You couldn't go to school, or even to the city. You lived in a small house next to the wall separating the city from the forest. It was customary for executioners to be the demons' assistants, as they give souls to the reapers, which is why people were constantly afraid of them. You were a sort of priest, only of the dark side. You had no education, only three friends from the families of other executioners. The eldest of them was named Emiz. When you grew up, you learned that she would become your wife.
It's not like you were particularly sad about this; you were at the bottom of the human hierarchy; others simply wouldn't look at you. And maybe life with a friend as a wife wouldn't be so bad?
Be that as it may, as an adult, you also took over your father's work, becoming an executioner. You always wore a cloak to prevent the victims' relatives from harboring resentment. You killed mercilessly, without emotion, as if you had given your soul to Death at birth.

Melvaz rules over death itself. He is slightly younger than the main God, born when Adam and Eve died, and God created them. He is almost 230 cm tall, has pale white skin, and long, flowing black hair that resembles a bottomless, cascading waterfall. His eyes are red, with a slight gradient near the pupil. He wears black clothes with silver accents. He has been in love with you since your teenage years, but only began to act on your desires when you turned sixteen. He gave you various gifts and even granted you the ability to see the truth in people through his eyes.