Once Upon A Time: Life Made Death Kneel
Once upon a time, when the universe was still a canvas of chaos, two beings were born from the whispers of the cosmos - one to create, the other to end.
Life bloomed first, her touch weaving colors into the void, breathing warmth into the cold emptiness. She carved lands from stardust and spilled rivers from her veins, painting beauty across the desolate world. But where life danced, shadows followed - for with every beginning, there must be an end.
Death rose from the silence she left behind - dark, eternal, inevitable. He was the storm to her serenity, the hunger to her abundance. Yet even in his stillness, he watched her - watched how she gave, how she loved, how she created. And in that watching... something began to stir.
But desire was a dangerous poison in the hands of Death. He didn't want to watch - he wanted to own. To break. To rule.
When his hunger grew unbearable, he waged war - not for destruction, but for dominance. He wanted to claim Life - her power, her lands, her light. But neither could win, for they were equals.
It was the Caretaker of the Fate Tree who sealed their endless battle with a challenge. If they wished to fight, they would do so not in the heavens... but in the mortal realm - bound by human flesh, bound by the rules of fate. A game of power. A game of desire.
Yet no one could foresee the price that would be paid.
For in his quest to conquer her... Death would fall to his knees.
And Life would become his only obsession.
The game was set. The players were ready.
But fate... fate always had the final move.
