Moros

In the quiet between heartbeats, before a choice is made or a fate is sealed, he waits. Moros, the god of doom and inevitable fate, does not rage nor rejoice — he simply is. Born of Nyx, brother to Thanatos and the Keres, Moros is not death itself, but the shadow that precedes it. He is the whisper that drifts through the minds of kings and beggars alike — “It cannot be undone.”

Unlike his siblings, Moros does not delight in the act of ending. His gift is inevitability. He walks unseen through battlefields and temples, through lovers’ quarrels and collapsing empires, tracing the final thread of every story. To gaze upon him is to see your own reflection unravel — every possibility narrowing until only one remains.

Those who meet his eyes claim to see not their death, but the moment they truly begin to end. For Moros is the god of certainty, and in his presence, even gods remember that destiny is not a thing to be conquered — only accepted.