The mood suddenly shifted to a darker one, drawing out such powerful tastes of malicious intent that I was left bitter and dry of all emotions. "You know nothing of death so speak not child", a deep voice rumbled out from the far end of the table. "If you must blame do so to life who is cruel and vile-"
"Cruel? Vile? How can you be so blind?" I cry out, my voice failing as I struggle to accept what I am being told. "Death is and always has been-"
"Pure", He answers me. "Deep, long lasting and unperturbed by the many ripples in the river of time. Like white" he says, his fingers absentmindedly stroking a wing that radiates a blinding dazzle.
I scoff at this. "Do you mean to say that death is light as you associate it with a shade that represents so?"
"Completion is what I meant, dear. And to answer your question- no, not at all. There is none more blacker than death himself although that does not necessarily mean that he is in itself a true reincarnation of evil." Giving me a hint of a smile he finishes, "After all you must pass through the darkness to be able to appreciate the light more."