A fallen god of death

The pale skin gleamed softly in the dying candle light, seeming almost like the pale, soft light of the moon. Slight but powerful muscles showed faintly on the strong chest, and the skin was firm and almost silken. A mop of tousled brown hair hung over the closed eyes, still heavy with the sweat of earlier exertions. Long, thick black lashes swept strong cheekbones, making the slightly stern and angled face seem softer, and hiding what was usually clear, sapphire blue eyes beneath them.

This was the death in the scene, as the young man looked like some fallen God of death, but one that embraced the light.

Though such simple words does not do the scene justice.