Till Death Do Us Apart, or Not

You're dead. Well not really, more like half dead. You died expecting to see a bright light delivering you from your draining office job and none existent love life, but instead you see a skull staring at you. It's the Grimreaper! He tells you that you need to complete a series of 7 trials to be resurrected. Sounds easy enough, right?

I try to update as often as possible but I'm busy half the time. Expect a part about every weekend or every two weeks. This story contains the use of mature language. There may be some mature themes most likely no lemons. Enjoy the cringe and horrible grammar. Images I use do not belong to me unless I say so. So yurp enjoy~