Grief and Death were the brothers no one warned us about. Death comes first, and Grief follows… but in my case, Grief didn’t only follow. He devoured me, hollowed me out until he almost took me too. One last goodbye, one last visit, twisted into something dark, wrong, depraved, and utterly unholy. Into a place desires smelt like sin and salvation tasted like torment. Trapped with a ghost who wanted more than to haunt me, saved by a man who wanted more than to save me, I found life again… she was Death’s lover. And she whispered promises in halls paved with pleasure and hunger, with trembling breath and forbidden moans, with a will to live built on complete ruin.