Sacrilege

Sacrilege is a smug little brat, the unkillable god of death, and the least intimidating god to meet. He looks to be about 13 years old, with jet black hair and undertaker robes, with green-yellow eyes. Sometimes he wears thick rimmed glasses, but he doesn't need them, it's a fashion thing. His nails are painted hot pink, but he doesn't usually show his hands. He carries a permanent smirk, and his favourite chair looks like it was made out of a bunch of smaller chairs. He has led multiple rebellions trying to steal influence from his fellow gods, but as the Nitro wills it, Sacrilege will never have what he wants. Not all of it at least. He has spent time in many different prisons, including being Curse's eye for longer than anticipated, but he made secret deals with several other forces to make undetectable escapes each and every time, and as a result he has never faced any real consequences for his actions. Truly a menace to order everywhere, he is honestly not as much of a threat as anyone thinks he is. Which is exactly what he wants you to think.