Onyx

I’m too young to die. I’m just starting my life. I have so much left to live for, I’m not ready to go. Unfortunately, I have no choice in the matter. That is until I stumble upon something otherworldly. What does one do when they are literally on their last days? Make a deal with the Grim Reaper of course. He offers me something I can’t refuse. More time. A longer life. Only, I should have known it would come with a price. Now I’m forced to live with the consequences. But at least I’m living. Even if it’s by the hands of a man who now owns my soul.

Bane

I have a job. Collect the souls of the newly past. Simple. Easy. That's how it’s always been. It should have been a job, just like all the others. Only, it wasn’t. Onyx isn’t just any job, not just any soul. I made him an offer, he accepted. He should have asked more questions. It’s not my fault he didn’t. He’s my mate. Mine. And now he gets to spend his new life with me. In hell.