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We're always alone, aren't we? No one needs me right? No one cares about me right? It has always been like this from my ostracised childhood where I didn't belong in the chaotic orchestra that was school, all the way till now as a lowly unappreciated employee. Until I met her...
An ethereal angel, traverses the vast sea for years, captivating the imaginations of those who witness her. Her presence is both feared and revered, seen as a harbinger of doom and a symbol of grace. Through wars, encounters with sea creatures, and contemplative moments with birds, she grapples w...
In the wake of a tragedy, despite wishing for death, I'd always be rejected by Thanatos. No matter what I tried, 'she' would always stop me. But why? Isn't 'she' the God of Death? I can only keep trying to solve the mysteries of life and death. Are they the reason for her rejection? Or was th...
The God of Death is an unconquerable, unnatural, ubiquitous force. So what happens when it travels down to the earthly realm and meets those who worship it? "Death stares at the boy. It really looks into those hollow eyes, red-rimmed and desperate yet authentic. This boy really loves...it. Th...
Charon, a name belongs to the one who guide the souls of dead to their destination, the underworld. Thanatos, a name that belongs to the god of death. Would a boy with both roles save a girl who was in despair or guide her to the path he never belonged to?
You think about it all the time—with impunity. You say it all the time—just as a reminder. It comes out soft like silk, an eternal sigh of sympathy passing your lips. “I wish you were dead.”
The feeling has no name. It reaches out to anyone who has lost someone, parting the close and empty dark—a hand on their shoulder, a whisper in their ear, and that’s how they know that they’re not alone anymore.
You, who showed me an ominous light. You, who had no reflection. You, who lived in the back of my mind, a voice only I could hear. You’re my grim reaper, an illusion of my greatest desire, and the end of it all. The despair that lived in the shell of what was me. Thanatos, my dearest...
It isn’t easy being the God of Death, misunderstood and condemned by the very beings you’ve sworn to save from the tragedies of life. But maybe death isn’t the only way; you just need to find the hope beyond the night…
This is a spin-off story based of YOASOBI's music video "Into the Night" as well as the story "An Invitation from Thanatos. This short story will follow an invisible narrator who only limits himself to observe the events around him. Someone who can give more insight into the thoughts of the highe...