Gatekeeper

Forged at the dawn of consequence, before the stars spoke their names, there was balance—but no judgment. So the cosmos birthed one. From ash, thunder, and divine rage, he rose—his face a flawless obsidian skull wreathed in dark fire. His body, carved from night itself, is that of a chiseled black god—powerful, eternal, intimidating. He is the last thing every soul must face. He is neither angel nor demon, but absolute justice.