The dark spirit told the Creator that mankind had to grow old, and eventually, they had to sleep. Sleep forever, it said. If not, it would grow too big and there would be bloody wars and other souls would have no chance to live since there was an abundance of humans. Chaos was the only path. The Creator thought long on this and decided that the dark spirit was right, and there must be a forever sleep in order for there to be balance. "Death," the spirit said, "it will be death."

With deep regret that eternal life could no longer be granted to His beloved creation, the Creator took back all the spirits of life, leaving mankind of all races and realms with only their soul.

"Death," the Creator said, "ye shall be Death. Thus shall thy name be so, thus shall thy essence be so." And so the Creator gave the dark spirit form, but the form was neither male nor female. It could be as it pleased. It could be one, or it could be many. It could be one place, or it could be many places. So Death, as it was named by the Creator, split into thousands, sending all of itself into the many planets, continents, and realms.

Some of its form was made into the image of a man, fewer a woman. Most were made into a ghost of darkness, donned by a black cloak...the essence of nightmares. Although it was split into thousands, its form, its being, was concentrated mainly into two separate forms, that of a male and a female.

One of the females, a painfully beautiful, seductive, breathtakingly perfect in every way, shape, and form woman looking about the age of 22, wanders the realms of Attone, Avalon, and Acacia mostly, taking the souls of those whose time is up. Many die each minute, their souls coming to her and the male and the few others that wander those realms. The female, known only as Death, has a name. Jocelyn L'amour. But to know it is dangerous. To speak it is a fate worse than death.

Once, Jocelyn went by the name Mirielle Ariakas, but when Fate handed her destruction in the form of a dark mage, Shan Mordin, Mirielle took her one chance of remaining Death, remaining the being that she was, by returning the true soul of Mirielle back to its body, and Death took the body of a new woman of French heritage, Jocelyn L'amour. The body, equally as perfect and beautiful as Mirielle's, is different mainly in the matter of clothing: Death wore white as Mirielle, and as Jocelyn wears black. Now, her essence in a new body and the link between her and Shan broken, Jocelyn travels her realms doing as Death should do, and with that, doing her best to avoid any possible run-ins with the dark mage, even though she is sure he will not know she was once his precious Mirielle.