Death

I know what you're thinking. "Oh, no! It's the god of death! run for the hills!" But I'm not all gloom and doom. I am the leader of the grim reapers, the half brother of the goddess of magic and goddess of love, the son of the god of life and god of darkness. And yes, I meant to not say goddess. I have two fathers. No, I don't understand how it works. And no, I don't want to know. So don't ask me. I don't choose when people die if that's what you're thinking. That's up to the fates. I merely tell my grim reapers who to get and when to get them. And sometimes I go after them myself. But only during mass deaths. I may be death, but I'm not a fan of killing. Especially when the person is innocent. So, don't ask me to kill. Because I won't. (story) I was sitting on my throne when I heard of the deaths of an entire kingdom. (author's note, you choose. can be magical kingdom) And of course I had to go deal with it myself. I walk through the burned down and bloody kingdom, taking all of the souls into the afterlife. But I'm still not done. I run through the forest nearby. One soul refuses to leave. I would be mad, but...