Snow Chasing Rabbit

There is no snow in Devas. It was simply a space of nothingness... no light, no warmth, no life— not even death. Imprisoned for eternity in this abyss, the God of Death started to dream— to play with snow just like humans do. But how can a God descend? The mortal realm will spit out death as soon as he dares to. Poor rabbit, poor rabbit. Death only wanted to play... how come he is forbidden so? Fortunately, the Heavens found themselves in peril— a chance for a scheme to brew. Three Gods have rebelled against the heavens; a sin that deserves permanent death... yet requires forgiveness for the sake of the realms. Torn between duty and pride, the Heavens seek the help of the God of Death, and with his cold scheming hand, he handed them a seed. A seed that will flourish in the soils of human lands, and shall bear the responsibility of the fates entrusted in his hand— the scapegoat of divinity. Yun was a child whose soul was affiliated with divinity even long before he was born. His whims, thoughts, words, and emotions were absolute commands to the spirits and the heavens. A breath of laughter from his mouth can tame the raging skies, but a small frown on his face may drown the tallest lands. The one that embodies Heaven's will, the only being the Gods have danced for—and unfortunately, the unawakened incarnation of the God of Death himself. ____ @uwyxkai TW: Gore