Death

The only being who does not discriminate, who does not pick favorites. She truly is perfect. She can transform tragedy into beauty, hatred into grief, hate into love. She ignores time and is always covetous. She is terrified of being in solitude, even death can be frightened. Death herself has no one to turn to. So she must take, take the weak, take the strong, take the beautiful and the wrathful. Death just wants to play.