The reaper of the apocalypse has been unwilling forced into the body of a scum prince destined for death. He decides, the best way to spend this new life is to live aimlessly and freely. A leisure life with no problems, here he comes! But of course, from the pages of the novel he read, the protagonist stares right at him. "Soren Rosenbaum," says the man, sword gleaming under the watchful sun. "Who the hell are you?" --- One sentence summery: In which a hippo (Raphael) and a sloth (Soren) bicker and find their salvation.

Would you like to play a game? The rules are simple... you just have to get someone to fall in love you, devote himself to you, and care for you until the end of his days. Think it's easy? Confident you'll win? Let's see how well you play the game. WARNING! Viewer discretion advised: story contains adult content that is unsuitable for children. NOTE from the writer: I'm an amateur writer so please overlook plot holes, grammar issues, or anything else a story is supposed to have. This is my original story so... as the saying goes "if you have nothing nice to say, don't say anything at all".