Evan POV
People call me Satan sometimes. I know, it's disrespectful, but I don't really mind. I've been called this my entire existence. Oh yeah, I forgot to mention. I'm a god, but not the good one. And no I'm not the god of lust, I'm worst. I'm the god of death. That's why people call me Satan. But I've never done something bad except the death around me. I can't touch anything alive, if I do, it will die. Plain and simple. The only thing 'alive' I can touch, is Life. Or should I say, Brock. Brock is the god of life. The opposite of me. But, I've done a really, really bad thing. I've fallen in love. But not with a mortal, no. It's worst than this. I've fallen in love with Life. And I'm going to tell him, eventually. I really need help. Maybe a little spell will give me a soul that will help me for my situation. I put a large book in front of me. I begin the ritual, wishing it will work. Magic and wind open the book searching for the best soul to help me from my desire. Suddenly, everything stop. The book is wide open and a name illuminate. Jonathan Denis. He gave it three years ago. Well, hope he would help me...
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Life and Death
Fanfiction"Hey, hum... ya know about your soul you gave to me 3 years ago? Yeah... I need a favour..." All the credits go to: jaysketchin and brocksnuckel on Tumblr! Go check them out!
