Death Herself

"A woman with large black wings, short raven hair, long black boots.... At her right side, a large scythe made of bone, and her left...a book made of glass. In a realm all will know some day, far beyond Fortur, a sea of black onyx awaits...She awaits." -The Joyous Queen to Sigil Jyo, date unknown

Summary

Death is inevitable to all mortals, but she cannot help but be a beautiful surprise nonetheless. Some say they can see her all around them, others see her above departing relatives or above the gallows keeping vigil to the newcomers. When she is seen, she is at once an omen and a mystery.
She is said to have a Book, made entirely of glass, which carries in its' pages every name that will pass through her domain. The book is never wrong.
Some worship her, but never for long enough to establish any church for the worship Death is to embrace the journey onwards.
There is only one thing in Fortur that has never changed, never will, and is always present: Her.

In Literature

Writings of The Black Lady are often confusing, it is believed that no living soul can understand her words...The Dead however archive each word and seem to understand it's meaning.  Her speech is said to be as dense as any riddle, only understood by souls no longer tethered to Fortur.
A famous poem is attributed to Death though whomever recorded it is long lost to time.

“You’ve come as all mortals do. You’re beginning the end. Castles of Sand— Your tears only wash away what once stood. I have been here since the beginning, and will be here at the end. Sand through an hourglass, always flowing—"

In Art

Death is almost always depicted as Feminine, she often wears long flowing robes or otherwise a crop-top and leather boots. She is pale skinned, and will in near every depiction carry her Scythe of Bone and Book of Glass.