Modern Worshippers: Hel [Requested by Anon]
Quietly watching with bones around their neck, in their ears, on their clothes that softly clink. They’re surprisingly wonderful hosts, having a quick recipe or two on hand to whip up should someone come over. They go to funerals of people who had no one left, leaving white roses to bloom. Never making a fuss, screaming or wailing. They know the end comes no matter what you do and the finality is a soothing comfort, sharpening the importance of every action while they are alive.
Because She will always get what is Her due.