Once upon a time, there was a lovely woman who went by the name of Death.
She traveled the far reaches of the infinite universes to carry out her eternal occupation of reaping souls, genocide, and to keep the balance of the worlds in tact.
One day she was met by a man.
A simple human man, who told her the single most life-changing words she had ever heard in her years of knowledge.
"Why be Death?"
"I don’t know. It’s my job. I do it to keep the balance."
"Have you ever experienced death, milady?"
"Of course not."
Preposterous. How could she, if she died, then who would-
"If you were to lay down your head and willingly give up your life, what would happen?"
"I do not know."
And so that man left, and she was struck with an incurable desire. She went to her most private room, in a place no one but her could access. She tried everything, knives, guns, but of course, nothing worked. She did what the man told her to do.
She laid her head down, and breathed slowly, and slower, and soon, her breathing stopped.
Immediately, her eyes opened, and a flood of light blinded her temporarily. She attempted to close her eyes, to block out that light, and suddenly, it was horribly dark. Death smiled, as she saw her fate, and walked to receive her judgement.
Lilith was dead, but another took her place. And she was grateful. So she spent eternity on her favorite moon, as a soul, a wisp, and was judged to remain there for the rest of time.
And so she did.