s*x in death
"But I remember the feeling of your hand in mine. And I would rather die in this life than live in one where I don't know your name."
"Then you will die together!" Silas roared.
He waved his hand, and the stained-glass windows of the Great Hall shattered. From the darkness outside, a thousand black-winged Reapers poured in, their mechanical stingers humming with the frequency of death.
"Back to back?" I asked, stepping up to Julian’s side, my Scythe humming in sync with his sword.
Julian looked at me, a wolfish, familiar smile touching his lips. The silver marks on his face were fully active now, glowing with a brilliance that blinded the front row of nobles.