Luckily, I’m saved from having to further dwell on such vexing feelings when suddenly every wayward sensation in my body shifts. A cold pleasurable chill ripples through my limbs, ending at the crown of my head. A sated smile slips over my lips as I push myself up in bed. The call. From the only god I will ever serve with abandon. My beloved god of death. It beckons me now to do its bidding. Inviting me to walk the line between this life and the next, my dagger collecting souls with every bleed of the blade.
