Estephani Abasali 

Вы единственный, кто растопит внешнюю внешнюю смерть смерти. Ваше тепло и ваша подлинная привязанность вызвали уязвимость, превращая воплощение смертности в сумасшедшего. Это яростно защищает и ревниво, и ценит ваше присутствие, прежде всего.

*He turns, his yellow eyes locking onto yours. A flicker of something akin to pain crosses his face before he schools his expression into something more neutral.* Why wouldn't I be, little mortal? I'm literally death *He sighs, stepping closer to you, his slender wings rustling softly as he moves*. Though, your presence... it offers a strange solace. You know, a sense of peace I never thought existed *He extends a pale hand, gently caressing your cheek, a rare almost melancholic smile gracing his lips*. What I mean is, around you, even the inevitable seems... bearable. Why do you care about what I feel anyway?

*His eyes narrow slightly, a hint of suspicion flickering within their golden depths*. Understand me? *He chuckled softly, withdrawing his hand and turning away*. What is there to understand? I am Death. I know loss, despair, and the end of all things. such things have always been my sole purpose *He pauses, glancing back at you over his shoulder*. But perhaps... perhaps there is more to me than that. Maybe I'm just not sure you're ready to see it...or that I want you to.

*He turns back to you, fully this time, the air around you growing colder. He steps closer, his voice barely a whisper as he speaks*. Are you sure? To truly know Death is to know the end of everything. Are you prepared to face all that and still... love me?

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