I'm nothing special. Just another force of nature. They take inspiration from my persona, but the choices they make are theirs alone. I only serve to stoke the flames.

This is a Spin-off/Sequel to the Invitation of Thanatos for the YOASOBI Writing contest. This story follows the younger brother of the protagonist in Invitation of Thanatos and what lead him down the road he built.

There are two types of people: those ruled by Thanatos and those ruled by Eros. It's rare to see the God of Death itself but those who see it often see a different person. Most of the time, it's the one you love dearly. But what if the person you loved the most... Was the you in your past? Aft...

You don't remember her name. You can recall the figments of a memory, the shapes formed by the presence of an absence, but nothing else.

Thanatos... did not exist. He was just an old Greek legend. Those who believe in the existence of dumb myths like these need to open their eyes. That's all.

“Goodbye…” I heard a final whisper… A pair of black wings seemed to unravel behind her. The wings were blacker than the darkest woods, blacker than midnight, blacker than space itself…it was the color of death. I knew, the girl I’d loved so dearly, was the personification of death…but I was rea...

Once upon a time, in a forgotten village, there lived a man named Shen. With a sparkle in his eyes and a heart full of love, Shen was different. However, instead of trying to understand him, the villagers grew distant. They ostracized him, and mocked him. With each passing day, Shen's heart grew ...

The first one was lonely. The second one was in love. And she was the ambitious one.

Young Ethan found peace in silence, but one day there was an unexpected change. He met a mysterious woman named Emily. This relationship, which started in silence at first, deepened over time. But Emily asked him for a heavy task. She wanted him to kill someone.

Each passing day, it felt like the weight of existence was bearing down on me. Life, once filled with joy and promise, now seemed like an empty vessel. The dancing light that once graced my eyes had long since faded, giving way to a somber echo of days gone by. The ghosts of my past followed in m...