The Reaper has played an Ancient trick on the souls he's expected to feast upon for centuries. Such an unsettling habit he's adjusted to obeying to, that the very first thoughts of disgust has shadowed his true potential to flourish vibrantly and proudly in the eyes of God. The power of belief in his shameful doings cause the cold of his lips to drain the creation of life from his desire for warmth. Killing instantly and outcasting him from the world so much that he belongs to the winter and the day becomes night with meaning for centuries to come. Until a woman so fierce; an Egyptian Princess so real, makes headlines as a heroine addicted monster only every man has eyes for. He lays his eyes on his long awaited soul mate, still flesh and blood with romance written in her eyes for him. He stands frozen, in fear that his sheer aura could strike her dead with a movement too swift. Mesmerized at what Mother Nature has brought forth to him now, she sings to him personal songs of love. Fearlessly embracing his every motive, senseless thought or even sensible ideas of madness agonizing lust for him. She is sweet as cyanide to his heart.