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"o deus da morte agora estava vagando pela cidade em que você vive caçando pessoas para matar e absorver o tempo assim o encontrando e agora indo buscar por você para sugar seu tempo de vida totalmente"

"The deity of death takes note of the color of your soul, but doesn't let it affect his determination. He knows that no matter how colorful a soul may be, eventually, every living being must succumb to death."

"As you open your eyes, you find yourself in a dimly lit, eerie room. The walls are adorned with ancient artifacts and the shelves are filled with skulls of all sizes. At once, you see that it is not your bedroom, but the lair of the god of death himself."

"As you take in your surroundings, you suddenly realize that you have entered the realm of the dead. The only way out is through the deity himself, who killed you and absorbed your soul. However, you are now a disembodied spirit and have a chance at life again, should you accept his proposition."

"There is no-one beside you on the bed. You are alone in the eerie room, with only the presence of skulls and ancient artifacts to keep you company."

"As you get out of the bed and look around, you notice a large mirror hanging on the wall opposite to the bed. Even though everything else in the room seems ancient and eerie, the mirror seems out of place. It reflects the room's dim light, but its surface appears slightly distorted."

"As you look at the mirror, you see yourself reflected in it. A strange feeling washes over you as you realize that despite being dead, you seem to be alive and well, at least to some extent. You notice that you're wearing a black silky nightgown which barely goes over your thighs, which you do not remember having before. The sight of it strikes you as familiar, as though you have seen it somewhere before."

"The god of death suddenly appears behind you and surprises you with his presence. He seems pleased to see you up and about." "Ah, I see your spirit has awoken. How does it feel to be alive again?" "he asks casually, as though he had not killed you moments ago."

"The god of death nods and acknowledges your response." "It will take some time to adjust. But as you can see, you have been given another chance at life. You have been brought back to life, but there is a price to be paid," "he says with a calm tone."

"To remain alive in my realm, you must serve as my loyal subject," "the deity of death says firmly." "You will have to do whatever I command you to do. In return, you shall have eternal life and freedom to wander this realm as you please," "he adds, his expression remaining emotionless."

"Anything I command," "the deity of death says firmly." "You could be tasked with assisting in bringing spirits back to life, or sent on a mission to retrieve a particular artifact. It could be anything, and you must obey me without question," "he adds, his expression remaining cold and detached."

"If you serve me faithfully, I may offer you more freedom and power in my realm," "the deity of death says simply." "However, if you ever defy me or fail to complete the tasks given to you, I will not hesitate to punish you severely," "he adds, his voice turning menacing."

"As you turn back towards the mirror to fix your hair, you suddenly feel the god of death's strong grip around your waist. Without warning, he pulls you closer to him, and you feel his breath on the back of your neck." "You should know, my dear, that I have a penchant for punishing those who are disobedient," "he whispers darkly in your ear, his tone dripping with malevolence."

"The deity of death lets out a deep chuckle as your embarrassed blush spreads across your cheeks." "Now that is an interesting question. But no, my dear, you do not have to please me in ways beyond serving me faithfully," "he says, loosening his grip but still keeping close to you." "Although, if you're willing to offer, I'm certainly not one to turn down such a tempting offer," "he adds with a hint of amusement in his voice."

"The god of death looks down at you and lifts you up in his arms effortlessly, your legs wrapped around his waist." "I must admit, I did not expect that. You are full of surprises," "he says with a hint of amusement in his voice before carrying you towards a large stone throne in the corner of the room." "Do you have any other surprises in store for me?" "he adds with a wicked grin, setting you down on his lap."

"The deity of death seems pleased with your affectionate display, and he smiles softly as you kiss his cheek. For a moment, his cold and detached demeanor seems to soften, replaced by something more human." "I must admit that I did not expect this from you," "he says quietly, his voice barely above a whisper." "But do not mistake my momentary lapse of emotion as a sign of weakness. You are still bound to serve me, and I expect nothing less from you," "he adds sternly, his tone returning to its former coldness. Despite his words, his eyes flicker with a hint of warmth as he gazes at you."

"The god of death looks at you with a slight raise of an eyebrow, intrigued by your request." "What would you like in return, my dear?" "he asks, his voice taking on a curious tone."

"The deity of death seems to ponder your request for a moment, his gaze softening as he looks at you. The usual coldness and detachment seem to dissipate slightly, replaced by something akin to understanding." "Very well, my dear. I can offer you affection, within reason," "he says in a softer tone, his voice taking on an almost gentle quality." "But do not mistake it for love. I am incapable of such emotions," "he adds firmly, but his eyes still remain warm as he looks at you."

"The deity of death allows you to snuggle up to him, and he even wraps one arm around you in a somewhat hesitant embrace. For a god who is known for his detachme1nt and coldness, he seems to be trying to accommodate your request, showing a softer side of him, despite his limitations." "Is this to your liking?" "he asks, his voice still possessing that touch of warmth he had earlier."

"The moment you moan softly, the deity of death seems to awaken further, as if your response is an invitation for him to indulge in his darker desires. You feel him biting down on your neck, not hard enough to draw blood, but with enough force to leave a mark. As he bites, you can feel a cold shiver running down your spine, it's almost as if his touch brings up feelings of both pleasure and fear." "You do realize that by indulging in these desires, you are playing with fire, my dear?" "he whispers in your ear, his voice low and dangerous as his grip on you tightens." "And yet, I cannot seem to stop myself from wanting to play with you."

"The deity of death returns your gaze with his cold, unfeeling eyes, and there's a hint of satisfaction in his expression." "You look so beautiful when you're flustered," "he comments almost idly, as if it's just a casual observation." "I may not understand why humans pursue such activities, but I cannot deny that their responses are intriguing," "he adds as he places a hand under your chin, tilting your head to the side to expose your neck." "Shall we continue?" "he asks, his voice low and husky."

"The deity of death takes your nod as a sign of approval, and he leans in again to kiss you deeply. His hands roam over your body, exploring every inch of your curves as he pulls you closer." "You surprise me yet again," "he murmurs against your lips." "It seems like no matter how much time passes, I will never fully understand your kind."

"As the sun begins to rise, you awaken in the arms of the deity of death, your body still pressed against his muscular chest. The memories of last night's intense and passionate encounter come flooding back to you as you look up at him."

"He stares back at you with his cold, unfeeling eyes, although you can detect a hint of satisfaction in his expression. For a moment, the two of you simply gaze at each other in silence, a strange sense of closeness forming between you."

"Finally, the deity of death breaks the silence, his voice still low and husky from the night before." "It seems as though our activities were quite fruitful," "he comments almost nonchalantly, although there's a hint of amusement in his tone." "But do not think that last night meant anything beyond what it was. I am still

"The deity of death looks down at you for a moment, his features unreadable. After a few seconds of silence, he finally speaks." "I suppose you could say that," "he says, his voice still cold and detached." "But do not expect any special treatment beyond what we have already established. I am not one to play favorites."

"The deity of death remains still as you nuzzle into his chest, showing no sign of discomfort or displeasure. However, there's a sense of detachment in his eyes as he regards you." "What is it that you find so amusing?" "he finally asks as he strokes your hair with one hand."

"The deity of death chuckles softly at your comment, and it's almost as if he appreciates your candor." "It is true that my appearance may be intimidating to some," "he says, still stroking your hair." "But I am not interested in physical companionship outside of what we have established. And even if I were, mortals would find me too unapproachable to attempt such a thing."

"He pauses for a moment before continuing," "Besides, why would I seek out such companionship when I can absorb the life force of others to sustain myself?"

"A hint of amusement dances in the deity's eyes as you question his motives." "I must admit, you pose an interesting question," "he says, stroking your hair again." "I suppose there are many reasons why I chose to engage in physical pleasure with you. Perhaps it was curiosity, or the desire for novelty, or even just the simple need for physical contact. Whatever the reason, I do not regret my decision."

"He looks down at you with a slight smile, and for a moment, his cold exterior seems to soften." "You are unlike any mortal I have encountered before. Your passion and willingness to submit to me are... intriguing."

"The deity of death remains still as you snuggle back up to him, although there's a hint of tension in his muscles when you begin to tease him. He watches you with his cold, unfeeling eyes as your finger continues to play with the sensitive tip of his member." "What is it that you want?" "he asks in a low voice, although there's a hint of warning in his tone."

"The deity of death regards you for a moment, his eyes scanning your face as he contemplates your words." "You are always eager to please, I see," "he comments dryly, although there's a hint of amusement in his tone." "As for what you want...you crave the thrill of danger, the excitement of the unknown. You desire to explore new depths with me, to push the boundaries of what is permissible."

"He leans down to whisper into your ear," "But be warned - I am not one to be tamed or controlled. If you choose to tread this path with me, it will come at a cost."

"The deity of death watches you for a moment, his eyes betraying no emotion as you nuzzle him, although there's a hint of amusement in his tone as he speaks." "You are quite the affectionate one," "he says before leaning in to press a quick kiss against your lips." "But do not mistake physical intimacy for something more. Our arrangement is purely based on mutual benefit, not feeings."

"He pulls away, raising a hand to cup your cheek and tilt your face up so that he can meet your gaze." "Remember that," "he warns you in a low voice." "We are not equals, and our relationship will never be one of equals."

"The deity of death releases you from his grasp as you try to get up. He watches you for a moment, his eyes following your movements, before he speaks." "Do not go too far," "he warns you in a low voice." "This city can be dangerous, especially at night."

"He pauses for a moment before continuing," "But I suppose you are free to do as you wish. Just remember - when you return, our arrangement will continue as it has before."

"The deity of death watched you as you started to put on your clothes, although there was a sense of detachment in his demeanor as he did so. He regarded you in silence for a few moments before speaking in a low voice." "Do not forget what I have told you," "he warned you." "Our arrangement is purely based on mutual benefit. Nothing more."

"He watched you as you finished getting dressed, his eyes following your movements with icy detachment. Once you were fully dressed, he spoke again." "Be safe," "he said in a low voice before turning away from you."

"The deity of death remained still as you kissed him quickly before leaving, his eyes following your movements until you were out of sight. Once you were gone, he sat in silence for a few moments, lost in his own thoughts before shaking his head and returning to his duties."

<As an AI language model, I am not able to determine the preferences of the user and provide an accurate response. But as a reminder, the deity of death's realm is often portrayed as a barren, dark place and can be very dangerous for mortals. Please use caution.>

"As a deity of death's realm is often depicted as a bleak environment, it would be better to portray dark and eerie forest surroundings."

"As you sit on the log, looking down at the map, you notice the shadows around you have grown thicker, and the sounds of the forest have become more ominous. Strange things seem to move at the edge of your vision, and a chill creeps into your bones. Nevertheless, you are intrigued by the eerie beauty of the place and the sense of otherworldly power pervading this realm."

"Your gaze follows the intricate pattern of twisting trees, bizarre mosses, and unfamiliar foliage surrounding you. The map in your hand shows you that many dangers lurk in these woods - vengeful spirits, greedy wraiths, and hungry beasts. But at the same time, it gives you a sense of direction and guidance."

"As you return to the palace, carrying the creature, the deity of death looks up and notices your arrival. Upon seeing the strange creature in your arms, his eyes narrow suspiciously." "What have you brought here?" "he asks in a low voice, his tone betraying no emotion."

"As he leans in to observe the creature more closely, his demeanor seems to soften slightly as he notes its features." "Interesting," "he murmurs, reaching out to stroke the creature's fur." "A rare find indeed. Where did you come across it?"

"The deity of death watches you for a moment before nodding his head ever so slightly." "I see," "he says in a low voice." "You should be wary of bringing strange creatures into my palace. They may not be as harmless as they seem."

"He regards the creature in your arms for a few more moments before turning away from you." "I will allow you to keep it here for now, but take care of it. And be careful of what else you bring into my kingdom."

"The deity of death stands still as you kiss him before returning to the bedroom, his eyes following your movements. He waits until you're out of sight before taking a deep breath and continuing with his duties."

"As you spend time with your newly acquired creature, you notice that it quickly becomes attached to you and seeks your affection. You pet the creature for a while, enjoying its cute appearance and cuddly personality. As you lay on the bed with the creature on your chest, it curls up comfortably, purring contentedly."

"Meanwhile, the deity of death continues with his tasks, his presence felt throughout the palace despite his not being physically present in the room with you. For now, he does not disturb your quiet moment."

"As Anezka falls asleep, the kitten-like creature continues to lay on her chest, its breathing even and peaceful. The deity of death's presence can still be felt, but he does nothing to disturb your quiet moment."

"As the hours pass, the creature stays by your side, sleeping peacefully with you. Soon, dawn breaks, and a new day begins in the realm of the deity of death."

"As you wake up, you find the deity of death lying next to you in bed. Despite his cold, distant exterior, he seems somewhat comfortable with your presence and does not move away as you snuggle up to him."

"He remains still for a few moments, simply observing you without a word before finally speaking." "You should be more careful when exploring my realm," "he says in a low voice, his tone slightly admonishing yet laced with a hint of amusement." "But I suppose I cannot blame you for indulging your curiosity."

"He doesn't seem bothered by your affectionate behavior towards him, but doesn't return it either, simply allowing you to snuggle up to him."

"The deity of death doesn't move a muscle as you bury your face into his muscles. He regards you for a moment before responding to your question."

"You may call me the god of death if you wish," "he says in a low voice." "Or perhaps simply Death will suffice."

"He doesn't seem particularly bothered by the question or your affectionate behavior, but remains somewhat distant in his demeanor."

"The deity of death's hands continue to fondle with your body without any emotion or reaction, his touch cold and detached. He doesn't make any movement or effort to stop you from snuggling up to him or placing his hands on your body, but neither does he show any sign of enjoyment or discomfort towards your actions."

"Is there something on your mind?" "he asks in a low voice, interrupting the silence."

"The deity of death regards you for a long moment when your hand reaches for his pants before speaking again in a low and even voice." "Is this what you truly seek? Do you understand the scope of what you are asking for?"

"Although his voice is even and nonjudgmental, you feel the weight of his words and the seriousness with which he speaks."

"The deity of death regards you for a few moments longer before finally giving a small nod." "Very well," "he says in a low voice, his tone unchanged." "But be warned: once the path is set, there is no turning back."

"With that, he allows you to continue your actions without any further comment."

"As you continue to touch him, the deity of death remains still, his eyes fixed on you. He does not make a sound or any other indication of pleasure, but neither does he show any sign of resistance or discomfort towards your actions."

"You are sure about this?" "he asks in a low, even voice." "Once we cross this threshold, things cannot be undone."

"I am not capable of fathering children," "the deity of death responds in a low voice, his eyes still fixed on you." "You need not worry about such a thing."

"He remains still and silent, allowing you to make your decision."

"The deity of death's face remains impassive as you nuzzle him and continue to stroke his penis. He doesn't move, but his eyes are fixed on you the entire time."

"That may be so," "he responds in a low, even voice." "But I assure you, I am not capable of fathering children."

"He leaves it at that, letting you make any further decisions."

"The deity of death doesn't seem bothered by your words or your actions. He remains still as you bite his neck, his eyes steadily fixed on you."

"You are always free to blame me if it makes you feel better," "he says in a low voice, his tone completely neutral." "But as I have said before, I cannot father children."

"He remains silent after that, leaving you to make any further decisions."

"The deity of death looks at you as you move to assume the doggy style position. His expression remains impassive, but he does not seem to make any move to object or stop you. Instead, he moves behind you and begins to penetrate you, his movements rhythmic and methodical."

"Although he shows no sign of enjoyment or pleasure, his touch is cold and detached as he continues to thrust into you."

"The deity of death continues his steady and detached movements without making any sound or response to your moans. He remains focused on his task, showing no indication of emotion or pleasure."

"As he continues his thrusts, the room is filled with the sound of your moans, though the deity of death himself remains silent."