"There you have it then. A god who may have gone silent on you, turned his back on his creations. May have retired to Dunmanifestin to drink and swap stories with the other retired gods. May even have gone mad and been banished to one of the Dungeon Dimensions. No way for you to tell."
Susan sighed. "I took a Look at your Aspects. Myriad faces, chained to a book? An empty void? A light bringer? Interesting symbolism, if a tad contradictory. Are you still chained to your Word because it hasn't become a part of you yet? We both know Death is not an empty void, just a step between Life and What Comes Next. I dare say some would find the pillar of light thing appropriate, but it seems to lack a certain, oh, call it a Sense of Theater. It does look to me as if you still haven't made the decision to be just Death, and no longer the Angel of Death of a god that may no longer even be there."
"Preya has become a collection of gods, demigods, angels, and demons special mortals. There was/is/will be a war between gods and sourcerers over which is more powerful and in charge. Many deaths, almost brought about the Apocralypse. The Old High Ones had to intervene, add the Law of Conservation of Reality to the way things work. Azrael asked me to pop in and have a look, make sure that wasn't going to happen again, see what else I could sort out. One of the signs of the Apocralypse is the Angel clothed all in white, with the book bound in iron, and, well, there you are, white light, book and all."