Namjoon p.o.v

It was hard moving forward, my feet were shackled connected to the ground so I just sat down feeling miserable and confused at my situation. I was dead wasn't I but I didn't feel dead and I most certainly didn't feel dead either. I looked at the cold black marble underneath me, I looked unusually pale dark circles decorated the area beneath my eyes. Dark veins erupted from my neck making their way to my face however the rest of my body seemed normal.

 I was lost in my thoughts lying on the cold hard marble floor when whispering broke out all around me. My head shot up and I tried to stand and run towards the voice but the shackles pulled me harshly down. More sprang out from the ground restraining me. I thrashed and kicked my arms flying out everywhere but the chains kept getting tighter and more restricting. I fell exhausted and broken missing my life why, why did this have to happen to me why am I suffering so much what had I done. . .

The whispering stopped and a sharp clear voice rang out,

"Kim Namjoon you are a rare entity caught between the fabric of life and death, due to your distinct situation you have the ability to travel between the realms of the living and the dead, you will be the new reaper the La Muerte you will bring the dead souls to us only the evil ones however for you are the reaper of darkness whomsoever you touch shall die and be sent here don't kill out of revenge. Now Leave!  "

 As soon as the last word left the speaker the chains around me fell and I felt free, a new kind of energy coursed through me making me feel full of life yet . . . sinister.

  A door formed through the shadows that surrounded me and as I stepped out of it I found myself in the same place where I had died, the cloak around me was gone and I was lying on  the floor bloodied and bruised but astonishingly I felt immune to the pain which should have been destroying my senses at this very moment but what shocked me even further was that it was around the same time that I had left this world. How long had I been in that place? I got up and struggled to walk even though I didn't feel the pain I was aware that I had a broken leg and several cracked ribs. I went inside the store and bought some medical supplies from a very scared and flustered cashier.

I walked towards my small apartment, entering it was a struggle with my numb fingers and slightly bent keys but I somehow managed. I saw Lilith sitting on the couch looking outside through the window as soon as her eyes landed onto me she let out a large yowl and bolted outside through the still-open front door. I desperately called out to her but it was useless. I was a monster now even Lilith hated who I was now. I closed the door and leaned against it involuntary tears escaping my eyes. I let myself fall down on the floor and I cried myself to sleep

Ch 1

Namjoon P.o.v

I let out a breathy sigh walking to the store, I really didn't want to get milk at this hour but my cat was hungry and I had no other food for her at my small one-roomed apartment. Studying, trying to make music and taking care of Lilith was no easy job, I could only get a few hours of sleep each night and surviving on coffee was not healthy. After all, there is only a small amount of money a university student can make even if he

works extra shifts.

Soon enough I reached a 24/7 Grocery store, outside their I spotted a lone girl standing, she seemed troubled and gave constant glances to the shadows. I wanted to go forward and ask her what was wrong but in the end, I chose to ignore her and went inside despite her having eye-contact with me many many times. I didn't want any more trouble for myself I had had enough worries to last me a lifetime when I came back outside I spotted three men standing around her and a black SUV stood some distance off.

The men wore black suits and a snake tattoo encircled their necks, a shudder ran down my spine as realization dawned upon me. They were the members of the biggest mafia in Seoul the Vipers, I decided to get out of the place before they saw me and I got into any trouble. As I turned around to walk away from them a voice rang out in the air.

They seemed to be talking to her in urgent voices and asking her to come back.

"THAT'S HIM HE IS THE ONE WHO KIDNAPPED ME !!!! " the girl shrieked.

Before I could deny her claim the three men pounced upon me, the milk bottle fell and shattered a few steps away from me, they came on me with fists and clubs. I tried to give a few measly blows back but that didn't hinder them in the slightest. A man hit my leg with a club and I heard a bone crack followed by blinding pain, then I saw another club swinging towards my head and the last thing I remember was the girl waling to the car and running away after using me as a distraction. My eyes closed and darkness enveloped me.

When I woke up I was in an empty landscape, it felt as if I was floating when I looked towards the floor it was solid and my reflection stared back at me. I pushed myself up and looked over my body which surprisingly didn't have a single mark. A crooked shape hobbled out of the shadows, the figure was shrouded in black smoke and wore a long hood that seemed to trail behind him somehow levitating in the air.

"Youuuuuuu how-w-ww are yo-uu-uuu here" a raspy unpleasant voice spoke out.

Speechless I just shrugged at him.

"They must have chosen you, chosen you to take my place I am fading I can't bring the souls now youuu are the one who willll takkke myyy placccce" the voice said again

Finally, I found my voice and shouted "NO I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHO YOU ARE!"

But ignoring my plea he stepped out of the shadows, a grotesque sight stood before me.

 He was an old bald man with sections of skin falling, dark veins decorating the remainder of his neck and face. He was translucent and I could see through him. He took off the cloak and I was horrified to see half of his body was missing, he was nothing more than a decaying torso. He rushed towards me and I found that I was frozen, I shouted and writhed in his iron-like grip as he forced the cloak on me. After a few moments of struggle that felt like an eternity, I fainted out of exhaustion. The man faded as I closed my eyes the last I saw of him was a handsome guy who had his legs back again and his face was coming back together. He gave me a smile which reeked of pity and vanished.

Namjoon lay on the floor peacefully sleeping, it seemed as if all time had stopped for him so he could have some peace. Maybe it had taken pity on him holding back daylight for a few more hours. As the first light ray hit him Namjoon woke up, however, he lay still there for a while contemplating all that he had gone through. It was rather mystic if you will unbelievably chilling. Namjoon pushed himself up from the floor sitting, his limbs feeling numb from sleeping on the hard floor.

"Lilith!" he called out and was responded with a resounding silence. He stood up head hung tears swimming in his eyes, he walked towards his bathroom. The bathroom door creaked on its hinges as Namjoon entered, he headed towards the mirror and stared at his face with blank lifeless eyes, slowly his hand crept up to feel his cold pale skin skimming over the dark rings which encircled the now pitch-black eyes. He looked at himself for quite a long time and could have sworn on his life that the longer he seemed to stare at his reflection the darker the shadows around him became and the more translucent he became his eyes traveled to his hands and a choked sound of shock came from him for his hands were so translucent now that they seemed invisible.

He tore his eyes away from his hands and proceeded to brush his teeth his hands trembling. He nicked his gums and was even further terrified to see that the small cut closed itself without any blood flowing out. He rushed outside to his small kitchen and grabbed a knife. Unsure of what he was about to do he brought a shaking knife close to arm and placed a small cut only to find that it too closed itself without the flow of any blood or the sensation of pain. His pulse was pounding in his ears but he could not ignore how empty it sounded as if his heart was dead but still somehow beating.

 Namjoons fingers dug into his face as he groaned out of agony falling on the floor once again reduced to helpless tears. It was at that moment he saw a small shape appear near him, it was Lilith his beloved kitten whom he had picked up from the street. Lilith was one of the few highlights of his life, he reached a hand out towards her tenderly and was relieved to see that she brought her nose forward to sniff it. After sniffing his tense hand for a while she put her head underneath it to be petted. Namjoon was relieved beyond words and scooped up his furry companion hugging it close to his chest. Lilith too snuggled with her master.

 Namjoon stood up and carried Lilith to the Kitchen searching the threadbare cupboards for something to eat. Despite not feeling any hunger Namjoon didn’t wish to skip eating it made him feel more human. . .

In the last cupboard he found some instant Ramen and a can of cat food, he gave Lilith her food and put some boiling water in the ramen cup. He let a smile grace his face as he tried to conserve the feeling of normality that was coursing through him right now.

All of a sudden he froze, a voice. . . a low pitched whine that was constantly irritating him was louder now, mindlessly he began to follow it