a recent interaction:

Death: *silently gathering the souls of the townspeople who were slain by a psudo-manticore*

Aleph: *rolls an 18 in stealth, and pops up behind him.* Do you need help with that?

Death: *almost dropping his lantern of souls* WHAT THE FUU-

here is that exerpt from her backstory:

Their contract/pact wasn't really by accident either, its just that my character has a weird fascination with the concept of death even when she was young. And when she was about to die during an attack, Death came in clutch and gave her a fraction of his power which saved her.

the amount of times, me and my party are just having an absolute blast trying to get Death (or Grim) finally enjoy his first boquet of flowers only for it to decay in his touch is just a memory to behold.

Death is out here having a mid-life crisis and we are just here, trying to make him happy xD