Rend

The best weapons come with a story. This one came with a life.

Created to serve as the harbinger of death for a world ignorant to mortality, Rend had obediently culled the aged and ailing for his goddess. For two-hundred and thirty-eight cycles, he questioned neither his duty nor actions. But after the thousands of deaths he'd facilitated, he was tired.

Then, a bright-eyed child introduced him to what it meant to dream. To be happy. To live. And Rend discovered that even a divine construct was capable of doubt. 

Rend had been appointed the harbinger of death to protect the mortals from fear and suffering. But who was there to protect him?