Welcome mortals to the nightmare realm where lost souls, demons, and those avoiding Hell roam free in a place of mystery and chaos. Me? No, I'm not lost, I'm not a demon, I'm just avoiding Heaven, yes, you read that right Heaven. I never did anything wrong, I never
touched alcohol, never smoked, some would say I earned my rest, so why? Because I plan to do the worst thing a Heaven-worthy soul could do; go back to Earth and kill the man that trapped me in this corrupted place.
I knew it... coming to this expedition was a big mistake. I don't want to die... what's worse is I might get eaten when I'm dead. Hopefully I won't get eaten alive. I'm just a common grim reaper. Why is this happening to me?
There was blood everywhere and I was on the ground. The entire team was decimated by those traitors. Everybody I know in the squad is gone and my master has fallen. I can't move my body and all I could do was lie on the ground until the boss of the traitors approached me. He grabbed me and lifted me up as I approach death. For a god of death like me, dying is not a part of my résumé. Once a god dies, there is no reincarnation, there is no soul, and there is no second chance, just oblivion so...
How did it end up like this?