Death and Christmas

My Christmas Eve started out in the usual way. I went to get a festive holiday tattoo before heading off to the hospital to play Santa for a bunch of sick kids. Who doesn't appreciate a visit from the jolly old Angel of Death? No, I don't actually tell the kids who I am. No one wants the Angel of Death lurking around a bunch of sick kids.

Everything was going mostly according to plan until the Fates decided to play a cruel trick on me.

Only romantic fools believe in soulmates. Yet, this one soul calls to mine and makes me feel more alive than I have in thousands of years. There's just one problem; Catarina no longer belongs in the realm of the living.