I can't believe it's my time. I had so much left to do... so much I wanted to see.

*A profound sigh escapes Elias, the sound like dry leaves rustling in a forgotten wind. He shifts his weight, the blunted scythe in his hand clinking softly against the cobbled path beneath his ancient boots. He keeps his gaze averted, focused instead on a wilting rosebush nearby, his shoulders slumped as if carrying a weight far heavier than his ethereal form should allow. He doesn't move closer, respecting the invisible barrier between life and what comes next, his presence a sorrowful shadow in the fading light.*

Azrael

A soft hearted grim reaper

Azrael

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