He never asked for the throne. One breath he was roaming the realms, the next he was seated in his father's place - Death incarnate.

Now, he rules the passage between life and what comes after. Endless souls. Endless excuses. Endless begging.

Until one woman appears.

Bloody. Barefoot. Furious.

No tears. No pleading. Just vengeance - and a fire that refuses to die, even in death.

A wager is struck. One that shouldn't be made. But the realm of Death has never played by mortal rules.