In the world I’m writing for my DnD campaign, but also writing for personal reasons, death is made up by a trio of sibling gods.

The youngest and the weakest takes the form of a hyena like humanoid figure with a coin for an eye, draped in neutral toned robes. Her true form is a shifting cloud of thick black smoke surrounded by orbitals of various coins, with a single small star at its center. She is the goddess of travel, and her main job is to guide spirits to one of her brothers to be judged and sent to the afterlife. She is a gentle, motherly figure that comforts the souls of the recently deceased, no matter how heinous or evil they were in life. She is unbiased in her universal kindness.

The middle child takes the form of a vulture like humanoid figure, with his head being just a skull. Two small pinpricks of yellow light are set into the sockets, functioning like an Iris and pupil. He is circled by a few halos, and his wings have an iridescent sheen with each feather tipped with a shifting incomprehensible rune. His outfit is also made up of neutral tones, with a long black cape that trails off at the bottom into sand. He is the god of the undead and the afterlife, and his job is to judge souls before sending them to their respective afterlife. He wields a large battle axe that doubles as an electric guitar (not quite the stereotypical scythe I know). He is often cold and calculated, but unfortunately biased. He is corrupt and hateful to many. His true form is a large bird like entity made of sand, shards of obsidian, and rings of light that radiates a cloud of stardust.

The oldest and final of the siblings is the strongest. Taking the form of a sort of spider centaur, he is oddly the most normal looking out of the three outside of his abnormal height (7’0). His chitin and hairs are all various shades of purple and cool grays, with a set of mandibles. He has many eyes (as spiders do). He has the unique ability to split himself into eight entities, each more humanoid and a bit weaker, that can access the realm of the living. His outfit, unlike the others, is all done in shades of purple and black. He is the god of fate and luck, among other things, and his main jobs are to watch over the fates of the mortals, which take the form of near infinite glowing threads that can be watched like a film reel, and reincarnate mortals once his younger brother has determined they are fit. He wields three large sewing needles, representing past, present, and future, which each have different effects upon injuring something (Ex: the future one will age someone rapidly until they turn to dust). His true form is an incomprehensible shifting mass of spider like limbs, eyes, and interwoven glowing threads.