Becoming a savior isn't worth the price.
Empyrean's angel of death had doubts. Obedience took more of her soul each day, a fact she knew better than the length of her blade or how many times she had killed. All action served Empyrean. The god of sun gods could not be resisted, nor understood, nor reasoned with.
Many lifetimes ago, she brought destruction upon her people because Empyrean presented a devil's bargain.
A few may live, Pyr. If you wish to choose, you must kill and kill and kill until galaxies fear your execution of my will.
Pyr slaughtered the enemies of her new master for a thousand years, hating near immortality even as she craved it. For a time, she had been a battle god, but as Empyrean's influence expanded, she became a shadow of the end times.