Long ago, when the world was still young, and the skies were filled with brilliant stars, Death did not exist. People lived peacefully, utterly unaware of the concept of Death.
One day, a powerful being known as the Creator looked down from the stars and noticed that the world was growing too crowded. The Creator knew that something needed to be done to limit the population, so Death was born.
The Creator crafted Death from the shadows of night, weaving together the darkness and the silence to create a figure of dark robes and a hood. Death was cloaked in mystery and had no face, only a scythe, which symbolized the cutting of life.
The Creator gave Death a mission: to travel the world and take life away when it was time. Death accepted the mission and began to do the Creator’s work.
At first, the people were scared of Death, but soon they learned to accept it as a necessary part of life. Nevertheless, Death continued to travel the world, taking life away at the correct times.