Scythe Happens

I thought dying would finally solve my problems.Instead, it put me in the arms of Death himself. Tall, merciless, and beautiful in the way that a storm is beautiful. He should have guided me into the afterlife, but that didn’t happen. Instead, he pinned me to the wall and whispered one word.Mine.If Death has chosen me, the rest of the afterlife will want me too, and loving him might start a war against eternity itself.