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 existence. We have one purpose.
Ferry mortals to the afterlife so they can be judged, weighed, and born anew.
I’ve taken countless human souls, and I’ve never cared… until I met a human who made me throw everything away for the chance to feel him for just a moment before he died.
And then… I saw his twin brother.
Cole
I don’t know who the man is, but I hate him. He was with Caiden when he died. He was there when I couldn’t be.
And now he won’t leave me alone. I think about him all the time. I dream about him.
All I want is for him to get out of my head.
All I want is to know why he’s looking at me like I’m the only thing he can see.
And all I want to know is why, when I nearly die, is he there to take my hand?
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