Lord of Death, the Embodiment of Life

Washington Park, before the central fountain. The music and spray of the park fountain came to a stop. A black-haired young man in a suit knelt on one knee in the snow. His arms still held the posture of an embrace, yet there was no one in them—only wisps of black Death Rule Mist drifting away. Light snow continued to fall silently, settling on his hair and shoulders. Bzzz!!