In the realm of the divine, love was an elusive concept. It was an emotion too pure and too fragile to be wielded by mere mortals. Yet, even Death himself could not escape its grasp. Thanatos, the God of Death, had always been driven by his duty to take the souls of the living. It was an endless cycle of life and death that he had never questioned until a thought had crept into his mind. Was there more to existence than fulfilling his role in the grand scheme of things?
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