Death was born and created at the very beginning of all time, at least that's what the cosmic times that live outside of time believe, it had seen much more than anyone could imagine—the rise of gods to their fall, the power of the divines to their loss, and the rulers of the cosmos to their deaths. It had seen them all, standing in the dark as Death gazed upon the deaths of trillions that filled everything, it rules outside the timelines and is the only single existence that lives as one.
Death had long since forgotten how long Death had lived. Just like the other cosmic beginners, Death took the back seat, with powers that granted Death gift over end. With it, Death created the perfect balance that guided the fate of life. Everything was perfect, then just like the cosmic beginners, it gazed upon the birth of millions of new lives.