Far away and deep in the unknowns of the world lies a creature buried in darkness and sealed in mystery. It is tied back away from the world of the living, not as a beast is trapped, but as a willing participant that holds itself back from the world of life and light. It is the being of death and everything twisted and sealed. The caretaker of souls and the being that shelters the dead and lost.
They are the god of gentle death. The god of rest and peace. They are not harsh and sharp like the corpse swallower. They do not tear through flesh and bone with long claws and hungry teeth. This god of death treasures each person who finishes their life and shepherds them on their way to their next life, like a mother guides her children through the stages of their young life. They cannot leave their hidden home. If they leave, the souls will wilt and wither without this gentle giant's love. Therefore, love is what binds this god to a life of seclusion. There is no outside force that traps them, but, instead, and internal feeling that drives them to stay and care and love each person until their time has come to enter the world anew.