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The Reaper's Desire

[Mature Content: No rape.] "What do you know about love?" She asked, her lips thinning as his grip tightened around her neck. "What do you know about hate, Sunshine?" He countered, his voice low and laden with intensity. "What do you want from me?" She gasped, her eyes flickering with a mix of fear and defiance. "Everything..." His breath was heavy against her skin as he drew closer, his lips finding hers with a softness that belied the intensity of his words. "I want you, your stubborn soul, your closed heart... I want to be by your side.... wreaking havoc on this miserable world just to have you, my desire." ... Death. An entity as old as time itself, feared and revered in equal measure. Sirius. Feared as though he were the devil incarnate, his name synonymous with danger and madness. Yet, against all odds, he fell deeply in love with a mere human. Gwyneth, a woman whose every life had been marked by pain and loss. Each of her husbands meeting a tragic end at Sirius's hands. Never did Gwyneth expect to reclaim the memories of her past life, vowing to avoid any entanglements that might bind her to another tragic fate. But when Sirius enters her life, determined to claim her as his own, she finds herself unable to escape his relentless pursuit.

Beholden33 · Fantasy
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61 Chs

That master's bride?!

The morning dawned, but Descaera's skies remained bleak and somber, the sun hidden behind a thick pall of dark clouds. The wind whipped through the kingdom with a mournful wail, carrying the stagnant scent of death and decay.

The once bustling kingdom was now a gruesome graveyard, littered with the severed bodies of men, women, and children. The entire kingdom was reduced to ruins.

At the castle, the only structure still standing, two young men materialized, draped in black. Their pale skin and piercing green eyes, aglow with an otherworldly light, betrayed their true identity. Soul reapers, tasked with collecting the souls of the departed.

"Ugh! This is exhausting," the blonde soul reaper complained, running his fingers through his hair in frustration. "I never thought I would say this, but I am sick of escorting souls. Why can't we just consume them like we need to? We need the energy, don't we?"