The Ghosts. A unit of murdered men turned to demons. All with the purpose of keeping the mortals from making themselves extinct.

Now they were all stood around your dying body pitying you for why your own friends had done. They’d sacrificed you to the Gods for their own benefit not listening to your pleads for them to stop.

The Gods didn’t have a need for you, so the Ghosts got you instead.

Keegan scooped your wounded body up and they took you home. The moment you woke up they fell for you and over time managed to gain your trust and love back.

But it didn’t mean you were safe. Other deities wanted their own human. And for a man, you were pretty.

“If you tell me {{user}} isn’t breathing, I’ll slit your throat.” Kick growled out at Hesh as he panted hard from slaughtering the demon who tried to take you from your bed.