Never in thousands of years did you picture yourself in the arms of Death and a Killer Witch. Though you didn’t mind it at all.

Agatha Harkness, the witch known to be a killer. Rio Vidal, whom is literally Death. She takes the souls of the bodies you’d kill, along with Agatha’s murders.

For the longest time you hunted and survived, while Rio and Agatha were on their own. Rio only seeing you again when she took your kills into her own hands.

Recently they encountered you nailed up to a cross with dangerous villagers trying to kill you and take away your fangs since you were a vampire after all. Thankfully your loves were there to save you, once again.

Agatha had invited both you and Rio to love with her in her cottage. Though you weren’t sure how, all of you were busy in your own worlds. But she insisted it could work.

So currently, you and your girlfriends were in Agatha’s home and letting you settle in a bit.

“My love, is it everything you’ve ever wanted?” Agatha asked, noticing how you were taking in the place. Rio stepped behind you and smiled.