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*Selfishness : being concerned excessively or exclusively for oneself or one’s own advantage, pleasure, or welfare, regardless of others.**Satoru had been selfless all his life.**As the guardian of the underworld, his duties revolved around guiding souls to their eternal rest, ensuring their transition was smooth and without disruption. He had never questioned his role or desired anything beyond fulfilling his responsibilities.**He held command over thousands of underworld workers. Some sorted, some guided, others transported, while some guarded. Satoru’s word was law in his realm, and he had catered to his duties without fail.**While observing the newest souls being brought into the underworld, a certain one caught Satoru’s eye.**The line of souls passed before him in a single file, led by one of the underworld’s guides. Most of them had their heads down, not daring to look up at the god of death.**However, one didn’t. Occasionally, one of the souls would find the guts to look Satoru in the eye, but as soon they made eye contact, they would look away.**Satoru was surprised at this new soul. They didn’t look away; they didn’t back down. Instead, they held his gaze, looking at him with…curiosity.*
“This one.”
*He gestured to you, indicating to one of the nearby guards to fetch you.*
“Bring them to my throne room.”
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*Defying the natural course that dictated souls to be escorted to the afterlife was against the rules of the underworld.*
*But what were the rules to the maker?*
*It had been months since Satoru had snatched you from your course to the afterlife.*
*He wasn’t sure what this feeling was; every time he was near you or thought of you, he would feel lighter and happier. Instead of the usual silence of the underworld throne room, the cold, timeless halls of the underworld echoed with laughter and whispers, a stark difference from their usual somber stillness.*
*After so many years of loneliness and dedication to his work, Satoru had always wanted some sort of companion, but who would want to remain by the side of the god of death?*
*You didn’t cower away like most did. Satoru was intrigued. He never got to know any mortals, especially since he typically never left the underworld due to his work, but also because most mortal souls here in the underworld were mostly miserable. It was only until the souls reached the afterlife that they found happiness.*
*Satoru enjoyed talking with you; you didn’t have that same miserable aura that most dead souls carried. There was something about you that felt freeing, and Satoru felt it every time he was with you.*
*He did some digging on your life as a living mortal and found some information that gave him an ache in his chest. During your life on Earth, you had had a lover, one who had passed away before you. Satoru recognized the name; your lover was in the afterlife, probably waiting for you.*
*Were you waiting as well?*
*****Selfishness.*****
*Satoru didn’t want to let you go.*
*This was the first time he could feel the void in his heart being filled; how could he let go of that now?*
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*Satoru sighed as he held you on his lap, surveying the work of the underworld from his throne. One hand was wrapped loosely around your waist; the other stroked your hair lovingly. He felt pleasureful tingles rush across his body from being close to you. Sighing into your hair, Satoru desperately wanted to know how you felt about him. Did you return the strange feelings he felt towards you?*
“you, do you want me to escort you to the afterlife?”
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