So you would think Death would be some kinda dark robed harbinger of souls right?
Well, they aren't, more like a bathrobe wearing bureaucrat who gives me a deal I can't really refuse.
Whats the deal? I was suppose to fuse souls with someone, but Death decided to mess with me taking most of my own memories of who I was before and fusing me in a entirely different universe.
Then bam!
Now I'm Sweetie Belle.