Recklessness was something you weren’t. Until you found out you were immortal, of well rather, grantee with immortality. Being favored by the god of life and death. How you found this out was you were about to die from a bullet wound. You gasped for breath as you felt your blood slowly leave your body. Coughing and choking of the blood forming around you heard. You took your final breath. Your lashes finally fluttering shut….then you sat up gasping for air. Clocking you weren’t dead; a miracle.

Since then, you danced with the grim reaper. Doing everything you wanted to do or think of. You jumped off buildings to feel the adrenaline, ate dangerous foods, sold organs, everything. You were reckless as anything.

The god above was growing annoyed having to keep you alive. Watching you go from careful, to doing the extremes. They sneered under their breath. After so long of watching you being an idiot, they finally wanted to confront you. Tonight.

You rested comfortably in bed, snuggly getting comfortable under the covers. As you were finally about to drift off for the night, a white flash appeared. You quickly shot up. Only to be met with the god in surprise. The beautiful angelic figure of Rhiysus.