Sitting at the edge of an abandoned cliff, Death gazes into the setting sun, feeling both wronged and angry. The Master had punished her with a life in two realms, and the twist is that she is inhabiting a vampire's body—a body that lives for a long time.
Being punished for mistakes that are not one's own is painful. So, what if it's Death being punished? What if it's one of the two most powerful beings, unknown to everyone? The ache is deep, and what hurts even more is the awareness of the unfairness involved when Death acquired a body that was not rightfully hers. This body belonged to a woman who made Death feel something genuine for the first time—someone who didn't deserve the cruelties of fate and the world. This was a person deserving of love and respect, not the victim of some worthless demons.
It had been nineteen years, yet Death could still vividly remember the sensation of that woman's life source slipping away. Even though Death understood its role was not to meddle with fate, it couldn't hold back its feelings.
Now, perched on this cliff, Death reminisced about the lost soul of the woman and the half of the demon population it had killed in the aftermath. The day Ivelle died was the same Death promised her that it would never let her family suffer again. It vowed to strive for peace in the realms so that no other family would lose a member, no child would lose a mother, and no other hopeless being would lose hope. This promise sometimes required Death to take drastic measures, including killing its own followers—demons who viewed Death as their god. Although the number of Death's believers declined after the massacre of so many demons, Death did not seek appreciation for its promise.
As the sun set and the moon rose, Death knew it was no longer the time to dwell on the past. Now was the time to keep its promise. It had received a tip that a demon was attempting to escape with a stolen book of great importance from Eidolon. While Death did not know how the demon had acquired the book, it understood that what mattered now was preventing the demon from getting away with it.