Fear

God of all things creepy and crawly, overlord of all the things that go bump in the night. His voice is reminiscent of whispers from the afterlife and his touch sends icy shivers down your spine. His great hall echoes with the voices of those who chose to run from death, and quiet growls of those who feast on your darkest nightmares. 

- Given his cloak by The Sun/son of, the flowers were plucked from the heart of the earth.

- A bit of a brat.