Cale sat before the God of Death, a dry scoff escaping his lips. "Bastard, are you threatening me?" The deity merely grinned. "I am not threatening you, my child. It's merely a warning-a means to save your soul." Cale glared, his expression a mix of defiance and disbelief. ~~~ Suddenly, he felt himself engulfed by an inky darkness. As his eyes fluttered open, he was met with a startling sight: the original Cale Henituse before him, cradled in his arms. An internal curse echoed in his mind. Original Cale mumbled, "Huh... a baby...?" In this bewildering twist of fate, Cale found himself entwined in the complexities of his own past, grappling with an identity he never anticipated. ~~~ -found the cover on Pinterest - siblings bonding -tcf [ Trash of the count's family]