Death was lonely. Though all kinds of men flirted with her in many different ways, none interested her in the least, for in the end she knew none of them was able to conquer her. All who fell in love with her, who gazed with lust and delight at her milk white skin, her emerald green eyes, her long black hair, all who were taken by her beauty and her charm and her mystery, perished as soon as they embraced, and she would be alone, again, a dead body in her arms.
Death could find no mate. Life had grown bitter towards her, All you do is soil, and spoil, and destroy, no one can live with you. But Life could not live without Death either, and so they still performed their shameful deed, but with no love, for Life could not comprehend Death. So she ran away to the desert, perhaps Nonexistence would have some words of wisdom for her, if not companionship. But Nonexistence could not care less, The difference between you and me is that I set them free, you take all they love away and leave the memory, the worst of both worlds, why not join me, I make no world at all. But she loved too much and too intensely, she could not let go, she wanted not freedom but eternal commitment, but how, all she could do was consume, her appetite was insatiable, and her nourishment was people. And so she left Nonexistence behind, it was better to be condemned than to not be at all.
She came back to the garden but did not go in, as Life had made clear she was not welcome there except at night, when everyone was sleeping. In the wild forest just outside the garden walls, she knelt and prayed, Our father and our mother, please help me, let me wear my real name, not Death, but Love, for all living creatures hate me, and especially them, those made also in my image, they see only pain and dark endings and are blind to the truth. For their food would taste of nothing if not for the pangs of hunger which I bring, their drink would refresh no more if there were no thirst to quench, their very lives would have no meaning but for the certainty of an end which I alone can bring, and so they hate me, or they desire me for the wrong reasons, and thus I am alone.
She heard footsteps over dry leaves, and then she realized it was a man and he was approaching, and when he got closer he said, I know your real name, I see the real you, I know that a seed must die to be born again, Who are you, she asked, and staring at the green eyes of Death he said, I am Resurrection. Her knees became week, she fell into his arms, and for the first time felt a living body against her own. And then he said, Marry me, and she said yes, and when they kissed all the flowers bloomed.