What do you think happens to your soul when you die? The answer to that is more complex than I ever imagined.
They say the Moirai never get our fates wrong, that timing and circumstances are of the essence, but our true destinies can only be determined by ourselves.
Life is a master at throwing curveballs and, at times, I’m drowning in them, but then there’s Hack.
The demon and the Conquest of the Four Horsemen has made my existence complete and with every breath I take, I will fight, if it means living my life beside him.
But how many more trials can our bond and our love survive before the forces against us destroy them?
Because even supernaturals have their limits and I just hope it isn’t too late to figure out what mine are.
