Diary of an Embalmer (Eli x Aesop)
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  • Reads 6,539
  • Votes 255
  • Parts 11
  • Time 36m
Ongoing, First published Dec 01, 2019
"It's been a while since he's taken me in, and I've been helping as much as I can.." 

When Aesop Carl's mother died, that was when he decided to be an apprentice of Jerry Carl. 
They both worked together as embalmers.. Embalming people after they've embraced the sweet release of death. Except, what Aesop didn't know was that Jerry was in fact a serial killer.. When his mentor got an invitation and came back alive, Aesop was to follow in his footsteps and not long, received a letter himself.. When arriving there, he didn't expect much.. Especially him..
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