Death is tired of always having to take souls either to heaven or to The River Styx. Death has been doing the same thing for over many millennia, and he's decided that he's ready for a vacation. Now all he has to do is find someone to take over for him for a while.
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Every night at 12:05 AM, the messages come.
He ignores them. But his body doesn't.
The bruises. The whispers. The pleasure-felt but never given.
Someone is trying to take him.
Or maybe, he was never his to begin with.