The two of you became one. His voice in your head.

“You are now mine boy, so go forth and reap souls for me!”

“Wait what i thought you just brought me back?”

“Do not worry you humans look for power wherever you can find if and now you have the power of death itself!”

“Wait wait ok stop. What do you mean. Explain.”

“You are now my servant. You will collect souls for me.”

I was spiraling in my thoughts. I lived but at what cost. I didn’t know what to ask, and I didn’t want to die. I did his bidding reluctantly. Over hundreds of years the people i called family died. Their children lived in but death wouldn’t let me stay with them for long. I would go back and visit, but they would only say that I resembled their uncle who probably died. One day I found a woman I loved. This surprised me because I had lost most my emotions. It happened when I took over a persons body that I had run over by a bus. When I went to collect the soul I made a deal for it to live a bit longer as long as I was entertained. It turns out she was his daughter. But anyway time passed and I was known as the reaper for a long time until one day he decide we wanted to die.

“You have served me well boy.”

“ i know death we talk everyday and we have almost the same talk.”

“Become death !”

“I thought I was you?”

“You are now I want you to take over. We can’t stay gods of death forever we were all once human. So we rotate out like in the military. You can stay forever but it depends on how long you can hold out.”

“….”

I just accepted it. I was indifferent and didn’t rotate out. I because death and still am. I want to quite but I don’t want the humans to know about this. They will think we can change fate but we only follow the rules placed before us. Who makes the rules? I don’t know I don’t honk I will ever know