Undertale Love Stories

AfterDeath| The One Soul

He only knew death, he only knew bloodshed. He only knew the darkness and hopelessness of everything. He didn't care for it though, he was made to be the one they all see last.

He was Death, he was the Reaper that brought it. He was the one who was unfortunate to do it alone for so long.

No one knew why he joked the way he did, nor why he never held a light in his sockets like many others of his kind... Like his younger brother.

They didn't understand, but he wasn't going to make them understand. All they needed to know was that he got his job done. That was all they had to know.

Then he met them. The one who had seen just as much as him, who had felt as much as him, but they refused.

They refused to loose hope.

They refused to loose happiness.

They refused to die.

They were strict and stern, they were calm and peaceful. They were so beautiful as well. They were the one soul that understood Death the moment their sockets met... They were the one that glared at him for doing his job.

They were the one soul that he needed.

He spent as much as he could with them. The one soul who couldn't die by his touch, the one soul who could feel his bones... The one soul that Death cared for.

He made sure they were safe, he made sure that nothing would take them away from him. They were his! Nothing living could have them nor anything dead! Only Death could have them! Only he!

The one soul never noticed, they never cared to. They were only the happiest when Death was near, when Death touched their skin and teased them with a kiss. They were only happy when he was nearby.

Yet, they never showed it. They feared if they did, Death would leave them like others before. They feared it so great, they acted they hated him. They made the act so well, it was the only way they knew how to act near the God.

Oh, how Death wished they didn't hate him. How he wished for them to give their affection willingly, to give their broken soul and body to him. How he wished for them to only be his, truly be his.

That desire grew and grew, till it took over his mind. He harmed them... He took what he wanted from them, again and again.

The one soul who had loved him was hurt and shocked at first, but... they grew to love the pain and violation Death forced upon their mortal body. He loved it... He truly loved it.

That desirable fire though, flickered and fell after so many years of this process. Death remembered none of them in his insanity.

The one soul was hurt by this, they felt like they were unloved, alone... That even Death had only wanted one thing from him... And when he had gotten it, he'd forget all about the one soul.

The reaper saw the new pain in the mortal's eye. He didn't like it, so he did what he thought he had to. He allowed his lust for them be his motivation. He allowed himself to hurt them in the worst ways known to man.

Though, he wasn't greeted with cries of pain and angry, but pain and pleasure. Pleas of encouragement, begged whimpers. They wanted him the way he had wanted them all along.

When he was done, he didn't leave them there. No, someone would try and take them from him.

No, he had to bring them with him. He had to bring the mortal to the Gods Realm.

None of the others dared say a word about it, not to Death. Not when they themselves weren't immune to his harsh touch. Not when the mortal was already praised by the other mortals.

They called them Geno, the human that became the lover of Death, allowing nothing to separate them.