When someone forces a job upon you, it's usually a bad thing. When that job comes with a new body that's almost helpless on its own, it's a terrible thing.

When your body is the stuff of bad dreams and lets you possess others, you are pretty sure you've been screwed.

Add that up with the fact that your employer is apparently a dead god that everyone was sure was out of the running, who wants you to remind the world that she is, in fact, very much alive?

Well boy, I hope you enjoy being a Grim-Dark Nightmare.



A very late player to the Chess Game of the Gods.

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Please note - While I love the idea, I plan on focusing on Duet as well - when writers block strikes one, off to the other I will go.