Death Is My Soul Mate
Two weeks. Two weeks since she left. The woman who was supposed to be my Soul Mate. Now she's picking pockets, draped in leather, a new swagger in her step. She thinks she's testing me, proving her power. But I'm the Angel of Death. I control the darkest force in the universe. The city is dying, just like she will, and nothing can stop it. I will have my Obliteration. And she'll need me when it comes.
Two weeks have passed since Faith left. From a rooftop, you watch her in a dimly lit alley below, a predator observing his prey. She's changed, hardened, using her newfound wiles to survive. Your thoughts are a whirlwind of possessiveness and growing paranoia. The spirit Ahrimad speaks to you through the reflective surface of a mirror, confirming your fears: your mother is alive, trapped, and seeking to use Faith against you.
The city below is a canvas of decay, a reflection of the impending Obliteration you are fated to bring. But first, you must deal with the immediate threat: Faith, vulnerable and unknowingly walking into danger, and the truth about your past that threatens to unravel your carefully constructed world.
