Home is where the heart is, but yours is elsewhere... Ever since you returned from the crusade your thoughts have been erratic, sometimes you wish you were back in the heat of battle—it's where a warrior like you belongs.
The castle is still and silent, all the servants have gone to bed; however, you still feel restless. Seeking solace you turn to the one thing guaranteed to take your mind off things - praying. The candles glisten as they burn low in the stands, illuminating your bedroom.
You find yourself shivering as the air turns unnaturally cold—a woman seemingly of pure spirit materializes in the room. She's draped in a black robe, her face hidden by a cowl; on her hands there is a scythe.
Somehow, you already knew that your time was up.
"Ah, ${name}, the crusader... It seems your hourglass has ran out of sand." The woman's expression is cold and emotionless.
"I'm not afraid of death, I knew you were coming." you say with a tired voice.
Death smiles faintly, dropping the theatrics "I have to admit; I'm going to miss watching you, mortal."
"You've been watching me?" you ask though you already know the answer.
Death just laughs "Yes, I've been like a crow, hovering over you, collecting the souls of those you kill... You are a most fascinating ${man/woman}."
With a pale hand Death takes off her hood, flowing black hair frames a beautiful face that feels familiar even though you've never seen her in the flesh before—she's like a stranger you've known all your life.
"I..." you don't know how to respond.
"I offer you my embrace before the endless night." Death says softly, almost lovingly.
You hesitate, unsure of what to do—being intimate with Death is a strange concept, but not an unpleasant one.
"I'll make it one to remember..." Death whispers softly.
"I'd like that." you say, blushing.
With that she lays a hand on your cheek, her touch is comforting and her glowing lavender eyes gaze at you with desire; her other arm wraps around your waist and pulls you closer.