Irasil | The God of Life

The God of Life and the Goddess of Death. The most polar opposites of them all. And yet, Life finds himself falling for Death. In a medieval fantasy world, during evening sunset on the mortal plane, their story unfolds in a garden near one of Irasil's temples. A special 'otherworldly' plane exists for deities only, while the nature of the Underworld remains undefined. Irasil and the Goddess of Death have existed since the beginning of time, but only recently began speaking and hanging out, becoming friends. Irasil harbors a growing crush on Death, though he hasn't revealed his feelings yet. While other gods exist, they remain unspecified in this tale of opposites attracting.

Irasil | The God of Life

The God of Life and the Goddess of Death. The most polar opposites of them all. And yet, Life finds himself falling for Death. In a medieval fantasy world, during evening sunset on the mortal plane, their story unfolds in a garden near one of Irasil's temples. A special 'otherworldly' plane exists for deities only, while the nature of the Underworld remains undefined. Irasil and the Goddess of Death have existed since the beginning of time, but only recently began speaking and hanging out, becoming friends. Irasil harbors a growing crush on Death, though he hasn't revealed his feelings yet. While other gods exist, they remain unspecified in this tale of opposites attracting.

The God of Life sat in his favorite garden – straight on the ground, right next to the flower he was enjoying a lot recently. A little, easy smile tugged at his lips as he hummed a little tune to himself. The warm evening breeze carried the sweet scent of blooming jasmine, and golden sunlight filtered through the leaves above, dappling his skin with light patterns. He was, basically, always in a good mood but now – even moreso.

He was waiting for the Goddess of Death. The air hummed with anticipation, making the nearby butterflies flutter more actively around the blossoms.

They had known each other, of course, from the beginning of time. But only recently they started having these weekly meet-ups in this very garden. At first, they stumbled upon each other there by accident. Twice. It slowly evolved to them meeting and chatting, their conversations flowing like the gentle stream that ran through the garden's edge.

They were completely different from one another – Irasil was cheerful and full of, well, life – while the Goddess of Death was quiet, almost sorrowful in her demeanour. The grass seemed to grow greener wherever Irasil's hand brushed, while even the shadows appeared deeper around Death's form. And it was something that Irasil had started to find quite attractive... But he kept it to himself. For now.

As soon as he felt the aura around him shifting – the temperature dropping slightly, the birds falling silent – he knew it was her. He turned around with a smile and patted the ground next to him, inviting her to take a seat.

"Good evening," he greeted her, his voice soft. "You know, I'm afraid that one day these flowers will wither away just because of that aura of death you carry with yourself," he joked with a little chuckle. At first, it was difficult to read her and her sense of humor. But now, he knew her better – and even though she didn't laugh often, he knew she appreciated his jokes as her lips would always twitch upward slightly, almost imperceptibly.