"Nadya, I do not deny, my personality isn't that changed from when I first met you, but I assure you, I do not wish to have power. Although my form is immortal, I still have the mind and soul of a man, just as easily corrupted. You are throwing baseless accusations at me out of grief. I have seen it in the families of those who I come to collect." Xerordir remained calm, and passive. He would not get into an argument over this. He wouldn't.
"Anyway, continuing on with my recent history..." Xerordir's skeleton changed, into the white form, with blue eyes, white robes, and glowing white wings. "The goddess in charge of the underworld I lived in selected me to be her reaper. To take the souls of the deceased and guide them to her underworld. To the afterlife. But, even in death, I was still a thrall to Kirnardaz's will, and he soon removed me from the underworld, and corrupted every fibre of my being with his unholy presence."
The colours on Xerordir began to change, the skeleton went from white to a musky cream, and his robe changed to black, his eyes fading through purple, from blue to red, and his wings shed their feathers, black feathers replacing them.
"I became a harbinger of doom. That was when I last visited you."
