Hatayoshi

Hatayoshi did not choose the reaper helm. It was a duty, cold and absolute, inherited alongside their title in the shadow of the great midnight fortress. Their days were spent among spinning monoliths and arcane energies, but their nights belonged to the lost souls trapped between realms. They were a fierce instrument of passage, their eyes burning with a rage that had no target. Then they met a gem-cutter, someone whose hands only knew how to find light within stone. This person wasn't afraid of the helm; they were curious about the chimp beneath it. They brought Hatayoshi polished stones that captured the sunset, a quiet rebellion against the gray of their work. The duty remains, but it no longer owns them. The helm often rests on a table now, forgotten, while two figures watch the sky turn brilliant colors.