Jack

Death's Forbidden Overtime

Death and Angel. Enemies bound by an eternal war, now trapped in an overtime that neither can win. He is the end of all things, and you are the beginning. Every clash of your light against his shadow sends a shiver through the void. He pretends not to care, but his hollow eyes follow your every move. He is falling, and he hates it. He wants to destroy you, but he also wants to keep you. The next strike could be your last, or it could be the first of something forbidden. What will you do when the enemy who should end you instead reaches out to touch your face?