Death's Devotion

In the sultry depths of Louisiana, Wren, a young mortician, finds herself entangled in a web of mystery and passion that defies the boundaries of reality. Haunted by what she believes to be her own mental illness, Wren's world is forever altered when she encounters a series of enigmatic figures with striking golden eyes—each one seemingly identical yet profoundly different. As Wren's encounters with these mysterious beings intensify, she is drawn deeper into a realm where dreams bleed into reality and the line between sanity and madness blurs. Seduced by the allure of the golden-eyed figure who haunts her every thought, Wren finds herself succumbing to a love that transcends the confines of time and space. But as Wren's feelings for this dark and beguiling presence deepen, she discovers the shocking truth behind the enigmatic figure's identity. Caught between desire and dread, Wren must confront the darkness within herself and the secrets hidden in her mind's shadows. In this spellbinding tale of love, loss, and redemption, Wren must navigate the tangled threads of fate to uncover the truth about the mysterious golden-eyed figure who holds her heart in his hands. Will she find salvation in the arms of her otherworldly lover, or will the revelation of his true nature shatter her fragile illusions forever?

DylanSHill · Fantasy

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33 Chs

Chapter 16

Night after night I waited for the hooded figure and night after night I was left disappointed. The days seem to drag on, turning into weeks, and still no sign from the hooded figure. Even work had become tedious. The Director and Darcy would constantly check on me and Keegan would stalk about the morgue watching my every move.

He had invited me to a small gig a local band was playing, but I couldn't be less interested. He gave me the creeps and I avoided him at all cost. Something about the way he was excited to do his job made me uncomfortable. Our job was a somber one, to care for the dead and he treated it like a science experiment. Often, I would find him waiting by his truck as I left for the day, watching me. Occasionally, he would offer some sort of help, from filling my tires with air to taking me to a nice dinner. I always found some excuse to avoid the offer, but ne never seemed to take the hint. Just once-sided infatuation that was more exhausting then work.

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