In the dim recess of Avarkus’ mind he recalls his mortality. Sometimes in those memories he is a miser, hoarding gold and cruelly extorting pain and pleasure from those weaker than he. Yet at other times he remembers himself as a pauper – a victim always craving a life of excess forever held out of reach.
It matters not which memory is real. The hunger… the cravings to partake of the excesses of mortality is always in the tormented mind of the Red Death. And so he drifts between the realms, driven to forever seek out the those corrupted by greed and claim their souls as his own.