There are rules that keep the universe in line, that keep Death and Fate balanced in a delicate dance.
A Reaper can’t feel.
A Reaper can’t love.
A Reaper can’t die.
Sephtis
Reapers can’t feel. We aren’t born. We’re created from the essence of the dead, from Death himself breathing us into existen...
There’s no good. No evil. No angels and demons. There’s love and there’s hate… and somewhere between the two, lust finds a way to thrive. It tips the scale. It burns everything to ash.
Wren — Cupid
We’re created from birth to unite soulmates and stop the monsters that would tear them apart. We’re t...