Life and Death fell in love. They completed each other. They were each other's halves and couldn't be without the other. Life always told Death that they were beautiful. And Death always told life that they were equal to Death. They gave each other, what the other craved, wanted, needed. Which was to be beautiful, peaceful, and loving. Together. They wanted to live in harmony. And they did for a long time. For a long time, no one forced them apart. But the other gods did not approve. But at the same time, they were gods. They did not wish to dirty their hands, or their reputations. So the convinced the humans to do their dirty work. They convinced the humans that Life and Death did not belong in one world. So the humans attacked. The humans killed Death, and then ran. Chaos ensued. Nothing grew. Nothing bloomed. Nothing was alive or loved and the humans perished. The gods above wondered, why would life end, if Death didn't exist? When they arrived at the scene of the murder of Death, they found the answer. They found out why Life didn't grow. They found out that without Death, there was no life. As Death had given Life their final wish. The kiss of Death.
