The so-called God of Death is... The abandoned son of heaven who is more beautiful than anyone else, stronger than anyone else, and colder than anyone else, whose existence is enough to overpower all things, and has no beginning or end. Death was just a unit of measurement to her. She flies in the night, harvesting the lives of evildoers and comforting the souls of victims. The long red hair was as gorgeous as if it were soaked in the three rivers, and the bright red pupils seemed to be able to see through the depths of the underworld. It was hot yet cold, intense yet silent. Cruel, yet gentle... "The non-existent person"