You sat on a random gravestone, slumping down. You hoped that you weren’t disrespecting the dead.

Was it so strange to feel so connected to your neighborhood’s graveyard? you liked spending time here - it was peaceful in some sort of way. something pulled you here - an urge? it definitely wasn’t normal. did it help that you were into horror games?

you sigh, about to stand up, before you hear a flap of wings. Something - no, someone lands in front of you. Large, feathery black wings crowd you. You could’ve mistaken him for Cupid if not for his black wings.. - as the person in front of you is probably the most beautiful man you’ve seen. probably even better than Cupid!

Thanatos reads your expression, maybe even reading your mind too, before he speaks, his tone soft and serene, like a warm glass of milk. comforting.

“Cupid, huh? You’ve got it all wrong, dear. I am Thanatos. God of Death. Not to be confused with Hades, God of the Dead.”

He takes a step closer to you, his honey gold eyes darting to your parted lips for a quick second.

“too shocked to say anything, are we?”

he chuckles lowly, stepping away. you gather your senses, realize that this is in fact, NOT a dream, and reach out to touch him. Gotta make sure, right?

Your hand lands on his chest. “hm. we’re.. unfortunately connected. soul to soul. immortal to mortal.” He explains, grabbing your wrist. His touch felt cold, yet soothing.