1 A Soul Bought(Rewrite)

Andrian C. Blake was currently sitting in his living room in front of his TV on his couch. He was currently playing on the PS5 his best friend's son bought for his birthday. Despite his advanced age, he still loved video games. 

Currently, his attention was tied to the game. The game in question was called Bloodborne which happened to be one of his favorites as he liked the lore, the gameplay, and the feel of the game.

He was currently on his new game plus +9 run which would be the last as he had already played through everything. Even the DLC so he was left with nothing to accomplish. 

He leaned forward and shifted his weight which brought attention to his missing right leg. It was gone from below the knee as the damage had destroyed it beyond saving. He was just happy that he did not lose his testicles and that the prosthetic meant he was not fully crippled.

The only part he was annoyed with was the severe phantom pains which he had grown to ignore. They never went away no matter how much time went on which was just part of life. Thankfully he was not poor or struggling in life at all. 

His mother was once a doctor while his father was one of the best lawyers in the country. He could have followed in their footsteps, but that was not his calling. No, war was where he belonged. Someone like him was just wired differently as he only felt true joy when he was fighting.

He was more a blood-drunk beast than a man, but now he was just a 50-year-old cripple. The beast that had thrived in combat now was dormant. He had lost his fangs and claws leaving just slumbering embers. He felt the violence and the blood lust rise again which he learned to quell down.

'No. We are done. There is nothing left for us to give.'

The 'beast' emerged from his shadow as a large black wolf. It was covered in black chains and it was also missing its right leg just like him. The bloody wolf stared at him as he stared at the game.

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It was not really a beast, it was him, or another side of himself. Seeing the Beast once more brought flashbacks of what he had done. Those always tempted him to just let loose and go back to killing. 

But he was old now and a cripple so he killed those ideas. The beast once more returned to his shadow as it had done for years. He just was not that man anymore but remembered his prime days and how many people's lives he had snuffed out. He chuckled as he put his focus back on the boss's fight.

As he did so he could not help, but look back on his life. The last 10 years or so had been rough for him, in every way except financially. For starters, his father passed away 3 years ago from cancer and left his fortune to Adrian and his mother.

He had never desired his parent's wealth as despite all his flaws he still loved them both. However, his mother whom he loved caught dementia not long after the death of her husband and was in a nursing home. He was incapable of looking after her in his state, but he still got her the best help.

He even visits every weekend as she is the only family he has left. Which is why he got this apartment that had enough room for him to live happily. With the vast wealth, his parents left behind he did not need to work or bother with anything.

He does not splurge like crazy, but just enough to keep him entertained. This included video games, comics, anime, and novels, along with a girlfriend of sorts he had. Well, he was paying her, but he liked to think of her more than a prostitute.

She was in her late 20s and in desperate need of money so they hooked up from time to time at the cost of Adrian paying her rent. He felt that was fair as he was old after all.

'Isn't her rent due in a few days? Wonder if she needs anything.'

The main reason she did not mind hooking up with Adrian was that when he wore his prosthetic his real height was visible. He was 6'5 with short black hair and dark green eyes, and he was still fit and healthy. He hated the idea of getting fat, weak, and dependent on others so he kept up with a regular exercise routine.

In the game, he dodged out of the way of Lady Maria's attack. She was on her last health so he dodged and weaved until he landed that last hit with Ludwig's holy sword. He just had an obsession with greatswords like Dragonslayer from Berserk. They were just so brutal and overwhelming that he would love to have the strength to wield one.

Once he killed Maria the game gave him the PREY SLAUGHTERED screen.

"And that is that."

He reached out and put on his prosthetic leg and got up on the couch. He stretched a little as he was getting older. No matter how much he wanted to deny it time was catching up to him. Before long he would end up just like the people he killed and like his father. For a second he wondered if selling his soul would let him fight again, but he denied it. He had never seen anything supernatural in all his life, so that became just a passing thought.

Just as he was about to leave his apartment he heard a voice that hurt his head to hear.

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Adrian held his head in pain, but he had heard the word spoken. He fell to his knees as he looked to the sky with bloodshot eyes. Blood was leaking from his nose, ears, eyes, and even his mouth. He clenched his teeth with all the strength he had causing them to begin to crack. 

But he still understood what was asked. 

'Yes. More than anything.'

"J̷̢̨̡̛̛͕͈̟̙̜̩͙̩̟̤̩̭̗̫͈̲͇̯͇̗̽̓̔̈͒͗̾̅͐̒̅͛̔̐̽̌̒̓̂̇̿̓́̆͘̕̕͜͝͠ͅͅư̸̡̧͙͚̦͙̘̟̦͉͓̱̮̺̠̈́͂͑̉̊̀̾̃̉́̐̏͋̃͜ş̷̡̨̭̫̰̘̯̪̮͔̬̻̞͎̙͚̮̰̲̙̥͕̲̥͇̹̞̬̂͒́̌̊͒̈́̈́̈́̏̊͋̓́̄͊͐̈͆̽̃̑͐͘͝͝ͅt̷̛̤̖̮̯̯͑̓̀̈́͂͆͆̽͆̍̓̿͝͠͝ ̶̨̨̧̢̪̹̠͈̦̲̖̻͎̪̦͉̫̥̼̑͌͋̾̊̐̈́͑͋̈́͗̕̕͝ͅẇ̶̰̟̠̭̤̜̠̱̯̰͙̥̬̝̪̝̈́̌̔̏͆̆́̓̔͘ḩ̸̗͍̳̣͍̣͖̞̩̩̩̜̯̠͈̜̠̣̿̎̈́̈̅̾́̋́̽̋̈́̈́̀͒͘͘͜ͅͅa̷̛̛̛̼͈͉̲͙͔̫̫͓̱̩͇͖̙̙̻͍̤̣͉͖̲̼͉̿̀̐́̓̊̑̀̽̒̍͛̍̓̒́̿̈́̅̃̾͐͌́̓͋͆̔̉̈́̕͝͝ͅͅt̸̢̛̟͗̀̒̾̿̆̇͋͛̌̊͐̌͋̈͌̃̄̈́̉̅̽̀̃̎͋̕͝ ̸̡͙̺̰̺̯̀͋̇̓͐͌̀̀̾̓̿̓̈́̀̓͋̇̎́́̈͒̓̐͛̊̃͆̓̕͠͝͝͠Ï̶̧̨̢̳̻͇̫̮̬͉̖͉̮͚̩̠̙̻̗̝̗͉̱̘̪͎̗̮̹̐́̉̎͋̓̇͝ ̸̧̢̛͕̝͇̻͉̗̭̤̰͙̭͈̞̗͛̒͒͋͛́́͂̓̓̈́͌̈́̈̐͆̀̾̾̒́͗̒̈́̅̿̾̆̀̒̎͘̕̚͘͝ḙ̴̜͐͗̂̍͛́͊̚x̵̡̢͕̱̠͍̹̣͙͎͖͙̪̀̾̀̈́͗͋̈̿̄̋̿͌͋́̒̓͋͗͌͐̌̀̇́͗͊̃͠͝͝͝͠p̷̨̨̰͎̭̮̪̘̰͖̹̱̣̝̩͙̣̻͎̠̣̙̍́͒͐̀͑̆̓̒̽̑̉͛͠ȩ̴̢͕̫̱̬̹̞̤̗̦̭͖̠͍͚̺͍͓͚͕͖̟͔̣̩̑̌͜͠ͅͅc̸͙͉̟̈́̈́͋͗͌͂̈́̓̇̅̆͛͊̂̓̅͗̍͊͛́̓̾̒̊̃̅̈́̔̾̒͗͘͘̕͝t̴̛̮̟̥̠̦̱̭̏̀̎͗͠ͅḙ̸̬̯̭̫̲͖̀̌̈́̎͛̒̆̐̚͘̕͠͠d̴̩̦͉̻̣͎̞͎͉̣̩̃̚̚͝͝ ̷̨̢̩̩͔͉̟̣̞̦̖̦͇̩̱͉̪͓̬̲̭͔̪͔̪͕̋͑̊͜͝ơ̴̢̧̢̛̩̠̪͔͍͓̞͕͇̩͕̼̯̞̤̩̘̅̃͐̋̉͐̽͐̃͐̍́̀̀̃̉̊̿̃̆̓̃̄͐̽̊͊͠͝f̴̨̨̲̤̻̞̠͍̮̞̟̫̠̘̹̥̹̞̱͈̳͖̯̠͕̼̥͈̻̲̜̫̫͎̪͗͑̾͊͋̄̈́̒̌̍̈́̍́̇̊̋̅̉̂̒͆̑̿̔͗̏̔̿͊̔̓̃̈́͊͜͠͠ͅͅ ̴̢̡̨͚̤̜͙̞͉͖̤̬̯̩̖̲̟̙̍̎̿̊̈̂̈̀́̋͋̐̈́͐̄̎̏̂͂̍͛́̃̾̑̚͘͘͠ỷ̸̠̠͍̫͖̤̩̘̥̪͍̺̮͉̟̙͉͔̘̹̣̭̗̼͉̭̂̀́͆̑͂̊͆̆͆͆̌̃̌͋̇̃̄̃͒́̊̈́̉́̄́̚̚͜͝ͅǫ̶̨̢̨͚̩̞͚̜̼̞̖̹͈̮̺̮̗̣̣̤̜͚̠̳͉̗̲̹̳̫͈̣̲́̓̊̕ṵ̶̧̢͕̳̙̼̬̥͇̭̠̙̣͕̣̥͕̠͕͉̙̣̹̞̺̙̬̣͍̘͚͔̭̠͎̱̰̾͂̒̽̉͂̊̑̾̈́͜͝͝,̷̭͈̟͙͕̱̮͎̬̫͈͉̦̜͓̟̞͇̰͚̊̓͐̀̐̌͗̇̈͆̋̉͗̊̓̀̑̓̔̾̽̒̄̒̓͒̆͒̕̕͘̕͝͝͠͝͝͠͠ͅ ̶̡͙̝̪̪͖̮̺̥͔̻̪̯͍͚̭͇̰̗̲̣͇̳͓͙̈́̀̆̂̈́͆̇̉̂̾͒̿̒́̈́̌͛̅̓́́̎̏̂̅̚Ȧ̷̡̨̡͚̰͚̟͓̠͚̯̼̪̻̝̬̥̦͖͚͇̥̝̬͙̗̭͚͉͔̘̞̲͙̀̉͛̈̆͂̏̇͂͆̉͑̎̆͗̒̄̍̆̐͗͗̇̀̈́̉͋̏́̄̿̕̚͜͜͠ͅḑ̸̨̢͕̹̠̣͖͔̥͉͈̠̹̺̗̤͙̱̣̩́͜͜͝r̴̨̯̯̗̯̩͉̠̙̩̤̳͖̝͐̌ͅi̸̧̧̙̰̗̜̻̭̟̩̦̺͚͕͎̺̳̓̇̎͐͌͆̀͘͜ͅa̶̧̢̨̧̬͖̠̗̮̰̤̖̤̩͚͈͍̜͙̜̫̣̥̹̍͒͆͗͒̆̈́̌̑͊̀̈̽̎̆̈́̆̍̚͝͝ͅň̸̘̰̄̏͑̍̅.̸̢̨̧̡̧̞̠͔̭̥̼̜̮̯͈̹̠͓̝̮̭͈̼̥̳̫͎̜̣̮̦͓̪̱̗͎̑̀̂͌̐̅̒͗̿͊̀̓̋̇̅̽͛́̑̄̈́͛̋͘͝͝"

When he had agreed to whatever entity had called to him he felt he was sinking. He looked under himself and saw that the ground had turned into liquid darkness. Before he could do anything he was sucked inside the dark.

Next thing he knows he opens his eyes and is face to face with three individuals. One was a girl who looked barely 16, but at the same time, she gave Adrian the chills. Just looking at her caused him to feel like he was not looking at a girl, but an eldritch monster.

As for the other, it was a man, bigger than Adrian by a considerable amount. He was leaning on the throne the girl sat in. He wore what looked to be dark leather clothes, but he wore a pair of sunglasses so black they looked more like the void.

At his feet was a giant black dog, with a sword on its side. He looked at the girl's eyes, but where the whites of the eye should be was entirely black except for her pupils. The left eye was a glowing purple and the other was a bright yellow.

The throne she sat in was made of black metal with several chains as thick as buildings surrounding it. The chains surged into what he could only describe as the abyss where he heard roars, screeches, howls, and screams. He could even feel the gaze of countless beings from the abyss as from time to time glowing eyes appeared from it. Yet he did not fear them as the girl's presence made that irrelevant.

She shifted her left leg over her right and her right hand supported her chin on the arm of her throne rest and she looked at him from top to bottom. The man on the other hand stayed silent and did not even look at him all the while.

He fell to his knees trying to avoid angering whoever she was. He wondered if this was his answer to the offer to sell his soul and now he regretted it. She cleared her voice and began to speak, but it was worse than the last time.

V̶̨̮̥͎̠̬͚̬͈̩̫̇̀͑̈̐̏͒̌͗́͌̇̈́̕̚͝͠͝i̶̼̘̺̞̙̟̗͍͍̭̙͓̙̮͎̩͈̟̼̬͖͓̖̩͈̪̭̞͂̇̌̿̑̎̂͗̄͒̾͐̒̎͘͜͝͝ͅs̴̨̢̛̠̳̟̠̭̲̬̲̻̖̭̱͔̩̳̻̹͖͕̜̰̲͓̗̲͋͑̈́͌̓͌̎̈́͛̏͒́̋͒̏̏̏͋̒͂̾̈́͂͘͝ń̶̡̛̗͓̥̲̮̤̤̤̗͈̜̝̟̞̩͚̩͈̩͔̮̦͔̪̈́̉̓́̀̋̀͐̀̓͊͋̈́̊̾̀͑̔̅̐̈́͊̈͊͂̑͋̊̏̀̃̈͘̕͝e̷̢̨̧̞͎͚̳͎̮͍̜͍̬̻̖̦͕̗̝̣̰̦̖̬̝̖̊̑̒̈̓͋͒̚̚͝͝ͅ ̴̢̛͖̞̟̻̗̖̠̪̜͇̫̞̮̙̥̩̣̟̳͇̳̮̖̬̞̳̣͔̬̲̦̦̦̣̗̳̝̥̺̠̫̂̊̉͒̃̃͐̇́̓͜a̴̢̡̢̡͕̻͖͇̫͉͔̹̗͚̭̘̦̠͎͚̫̩̲̗͇̱̫͈̭̗̱̺͓͔̜̻̝̲̓̈́̍͜͜ͅd̸̢̨̡̛̛͖̗͕̯͔̣̝̭͙͚̯͈͕̦̰͇͕͔̗͒̿̿̏̈̂̏̋̊̈́͆͋̽̍̌̈̀͘̚͝h̷̨̨̡̨̺̳̹͔̝͔͓̥̟̘̻̮̺̦͕̘̞̲͇̪̼̻̱̦̳͈̖̬̗͇̤͖͍̝̳͎͔̾̉͗̊͒̽̇̆͋̆̓̔̓͒̂͗̀̀̎͐̈́̐̑̄͌̈́̾͌͂͌̈́̕̕̕͝͝ͅư̶̡̠̪̙͚͎̦͈̱̟̗͙̯̤̺͔͍̞̈́̀̄͛̇̿̊̊͋̄̈̈́̄̆̍̈͑́̿̇͗̿̅̌͛̽̈́̈́͠c̷̩̤̖̓̓̓̋̓̂̎́̂̃̌̓̆̈́̓̏̈͋̄̔͊͆̌͆̂̓̉̒̒̾̅͂̌̓́̄̑̃͘͘͠͝͠͝͝͝͝ͅ ̶̛̪̬̣̮̯͉̳̟̲̝͎̯̦̪̪͚̅̑̋͂͆̑̌͂̑̀̍̓̿͜͜c̴̢̨͍̭̜̣̜͚͇̯̥͚̭̹͈̠̙̀̌̅͐̔͐̃̀̊̓̄͊̓͌͂̊̀̅̇͐́̂̓̈́̍̽̐̆̕͠͝o̶̧̪͕̦͋́̂͊͝ņ̴̢̧̛̫̩̰̙̖̞̥̦̜̞̟̞̞̲̖̘̮̞̠͈̼͈̠̫̘̟̲̠̣̳̦̖̤͖͓̞̻̌̅͂̓̈͒̑͌̇̒͊͛͒̎̐͋̊͋̿̀͂̏̀̐̄͜͜͜s̴̭͓̘̲͍̣͈̈́̂̅͗̓͌́̈̕͜͠͝ͅè̴̡̨̢̨̛͍̼̟͉͙̭̠̦̳̣̣̜̼̘̰̟̞̳̻͇̭͓̲͖̙̞͇͈̭̳͉͇͈̟̺͍̖͇̜̙̰̞́̀̈́̑̈́̏͑͂̀̿̈̀́͂̀͗̈́̀̎̈́̇̃̒́̎͌͛́̂̑̋̊̾͌̃̎͊̓͘̚̕͝͠͠ͅn̸̛̬̟͆͋́̿͑̃̔́̇́̅͌̀̽͂̉̈́̀͛̉́͂̉̾͘͝͝ẗ̸̨̧̡̛̛͕̳̳̖̪̮̠̦̗̼͓͕͓̜͍̤͉̺̤̖̮̤̖̳͎̪͈͙́̈́̈́̈̈́͒͌̌͒̒̌̅̿̽̂̿̋͘͜͜͝͠͝ͅͅį̸̧̨̢̢̡͚̬̹͇̙͖̬̤̣̙̦̰͇̭̦̥̯̦̙̦͍̹̼̠̰͖̠̦̣̰̖̳̣̟͔̺̫͕̳͍͔̉̈́͐̀̒̋͊̌̓́̋̉̕̕̚͜͜͜r̴͚̞̞͈̼͉͚͂̉̾͌̓̓̽̓̾̀̈́͐̈́̄ë̸̢̨̢̢̢̧̡̛̲̰̘̳̰̘̻̥̝͉̯̼͍̙̖̰͇͙͎̟͓̜͉́̒͒̐͊̉̃̑̄́̅̉̂̉͌̋̀̎̓͒̅̈́̑̊̐̀̑̈́̈́̀̅͆̐̆̉̌̈͛͋̄̔̇̏̚͘͠͠͝͠ ̵̢̡̛̬̪̯͙̻̻̝̤̘͈͉̻̥̗̣̦̔͌́̽̍̎̿̆̓̏̊̇͆́̍͒̾̿̒̃́̈́̈́͘͜͜͠͠ǫ̴̡̡̢̛͉̰͍̦̙̗͉̣̘̗̼̱͍̘̜̲͇̖̮̙̭͔͓̯̂̊̓̌͗̾̉̋̑̑̀̎́̏̓̀́̀̊̈́͆̉͆̍̐̽͐̒̄̃̔̾̐̚͘͘͜͜͝b̸̢̨̧̢̘̭̠̼̗̞͉̳̱̦̩̦̖̮̝̦̦̬̹̳̥̗͈͍̿͜ļ̵̡̧̡̛̛̖̠̤̬̯͉̘̜͚̯͙̗̟̣̼̘̦̖̺̪͉̗͔͚̬̝̹̟̪͇̏̄͑͋̀̀̊̋̆̓́̃́͒͌͒̇̄̿̆̽͌̒̄̈́̅̈́̒́̓̇̂̕̕͜͠ā̶̧̢̺̬̬̯̬̟̙̘̻̼̱̞̞̗̮̣̝͍̞̝͚̼̫̻̘̫̍̃͜͜ṭ̷͉͉̹̲͉̥̼͍̻̇̇͂̀̾̿̎̇̃̉̈́̚͜͠ͅų̷̧̛͇̳̬͇̮͉͉̠͚̺̠̭͉̳̜͉̩̥͙̻̜̩̟̹͙͎̻̻̞̱̘̄́̔͋̀͛͑̅͜͜͝ḿ̶̡̢̧̢̗̩͚̰̣̪̳̤̯̮̖̞͎̦̞̤͚̘̖̜̘̩͔̯̼̙̭̜͒͌́́̄̌̌̍͒̚͜ͅ ̷̨̢̧̦̦̳̝̺̯̞̱̣̲͖̦̼͕͖͙͕̩̣̘̗̳̟̗̰̠̤̹̦̤̱̻̯̣̤̦͉̳̘̥̯̗̫̼́̈́̐̋̔̓̂̈́͗̓̋̈́̈́̀̓̄̉͊́̅̄̍̌͑̂̉̍̐̏̐͊̈͐̀͋͒̏̾̉̋̑͘̚͘̚͜͝f̸̨̨̡̩̰̗̼̣͈̋̊͛͋̀̇͛̆̆̾͗̇̓̑̏̈́̂́͛͌̀́̈̽̏̓͘͘͠ͅͅá̵̛̛̝̯̬͉̰̬̘͚̭̦̹̘̜̪̙̔͊̀̀̄̂͗́̏͌̿͗͂̈̋́̾̽̂͌͊̾̊͌̇͐̕̚̕̕͜c̴̡̢̨̢̡̛̛͚̝̱̝̮̼̜̯̝͈͔̲̰̬̘̻̹̖͚̩͚̹̮̱̥̺̯̪̜̭̞̤̭̰̬̠̣̰̹̞̅͌͊͗̌͌͒̾͂́̋̓̀̔̃̃͊̾̋͑̆̈́́̕͠͝ͅe̸̡̲̥̖͒̑̑̓͑͑̓̐̎͂̈́̈́̔̏̈́̓͋͗̉̿̔̀̓͑͂̈́́̃̃̓̐̉̽̉̐͐̓͘r̴̢̹̻̘̗͍͎̪͙̗̰̱̤̟͖͋̒̅͆̈̿͑̃̄̈̿̆̇̿̔́̀̔̈́̅̌̽̂̔̃̂́̈́̈́͛̀̈́̀͂͗̆̕͘͝e̶̡̡̛͙͍̝̠͉̭̳̰̦̺̟̙͕̜̫̣̘̦͖͍͍̱͙̦̜̰͔̬̼̖͐͋̈́́̉̅̀͋͝ ̷̧̥̦̤̭̱̲̼̮̀̍̀̓̊̚v̷̡͍̝̪̐̎̓͗̃͒̍̐̒̿̒͐̒̔͆̀̐͗́̅͆̑̈́͆̐͒̓͂́̈̈́̿̏̾̀̃̿̈́̀̾́͘̕͝͝ĩ̷̗̙̳̫͔̟̘̞̭̱̣̑̌̍̒̓͛š̵̼̫̀̒̇̄̏̇̍̓̂́̾̉̑͑͑̄͛͘͠͠͝?̶̢̢̨̢̧̛͍̞͖͓̱̦̞͈̻̹͔͚̳͈̬̖̞̣̫̖̠͇̲̠̺̲͎̜̭̭̼̱̰̙̭̼̫͚̦͇̺͖̀͊̐̉̌̃̽̀̔̂͐̿͐̿̇̅̆̍́̔̐͆͛̏̆̄͌̏͑͆͐̃̄͂̐͘̚̕͘͝ͅͅ

(Do you still want to agree to the offer?)

Just hearing that language if it could be called caused him to feel like his mind was breaking apart. He held his head as if he was trying to hold it together. The man looked over and snapped his fingers causing the pain to leave him be. He then spoke but in English.

"Mother, you almost destroyed him."

She laughed as she rubbed her head speaking in English as well.

"My mistake I forgot mortals could die from the primordial tongue. I need to remember that not everyone is like you son. Anyway, Adrian C. Blake, I happened to have heard your request to sell your soul. I have come to buy that soul and to give you what you desire."

Adrian looked up and clenched his hands.

"You heard me?"

She nodded.

"Why of course? How could I not when someone like you appeared among humans? A direct descendent of Cain, the First Murder and not just a copy, the original. How could I not be interested in a specimen like you?"

Adrian decided to steel his nerves and ask what he wanted to know.

"Who or what are you if you don't mind me asking?"

She did not mind in the least. Not every day she got to talk to others.

"Yes, you should know who I am. My real name can't be heard by mortals and it would cause your soul to be obliterated. I am Death. I am the physical embodiment of all that has died and all that will die, but that is never enough. I am always in need of more followers to spread glorious death. I can see it in you, if you were born in a different world you would be a truly dangerous entity."

Hearing that got his attention.

"You can fix me? Let me be myself again?"

The beast within began to rise from his shadow and awaken. It began to claw at its chains which were the physical manifestation of his true self being rekindled. That is just what she wanted from Adrian as he was truly perfect.

"That is right. Serve me and you can let lose the beast that is you. Are you interested?"

This was not just a deal with the Devil, but something even older and stronger. He would take it if that meant he could start again what he wanted. He fell to his knees and lowered his head. 

"My soul is yours, give me the power I desire."

She smiled as she did not often acquire a new servant.

"You may request 3 requests from me and one from my son. From then on you will be left to your own. Just do as you want and murder who you want and what you want."

Adrian sat up and began to ponder on his wishes. He knew that she was a powerful entity and he would be bound for eternity so he decided to choose something he would be able to take pride in himself at the end of the day. First of all, being a human would do no good so he changed that.

"To start off, I need to change my race. I need more power, a hybrid of a god and a giant will be preferable. I need the strength of body, soul, mind, and the latent divinity that comes with it."

Death thought of this as giants were the embodiment of physical might. Often they lacked the gift of magic, but when one added in being a god of the Lord that changed. And while she often disliked the existence of a certain power, it was a good starting point. 

"A great request. A good racial starting point, but just because of who you are I will be granting you a system. I normally abhor these things, and I have shattered my fair share of them, but I will be giving you one to help you.

Of course, it won't last forever and one day it will be destroyed. Count on it being a helping hand to get you started" 

"In that case, can you include in that system several worlds like the game I was playing? They are good training worlds to use." 

He wanted to have access to as many Dark souls as worlds, but she already read his mind. She had decided to grant his wish as those worlds would be perfect for his training. They would not coddle him and he would suffer greatly to make use of his true potential.

"Not a bad idea. I will include this in the system, but I need you to understand. The system will only be a helping hand, not a solution to everything." 

He nodded.

"I understand." 

"I hope you know. What else?" 

"Gear. I would like the Fume Knight Gear to be bound to my soul. Those weapons and armor are what I need to use in my life." 

She would grant him this, but he would be the one to have to give them true power.

"Granted." 

Now for his third and final wish, he has a great idea. He thought of the Dragon God from Demon Souls and the many dragons within the Souls series.

"Can you make me a Dragon Tamer or just a Beast Tamer in general?"

When she heard this she almost wanted to jump for joy. Who did not love the loyalty of beasts? She and her son did share this hobby after all. 

"Granted, it will be part of your class giving you an affinity to beasts, especially dragons, and their relatives. This might be my favorite of your wishes. Now, any request for my son? He is my heir so think carefully." 

Adrian looked at the giant man leaning on the throne and then at the dog sitting at the man's feet. That sword the dog had on his side gave him the creeps. He knew he could not have the sword itself, but maybe he could have a part of it.

"That sword the dog has. Can I have a small piece of it?"

The dog opened its eyes and walked over toward him showing him how big it was. The bigger than an elephant and once the dog stood over him it dropped a shard of metal into his hand but it vanished into smoke.

Before he was about to go the man spoke once more.

"Now, you have everything to succeed. Go, and get as strong as possible. Enough to rise from your current rank. See if you can't free yourself from servitude and stand next to us one day. My mother won't mind." 

Death shook her head. 

"I won't. But if you make me your enemy, and can't overcome me, death will be a mercy." 

She was saying if he wanted to rebel, he better be strong enough to do it. She snapped her fingers and a black and blue portal appeared in front of him. She gave him one last deadly warning.

"Good luck, Adrian Cain Blake. Live your life to the fullest and murder as much as you wish."

The portal sucked in Adrian and once he began to cross it he began to assimilate his given power. His human body was ripped apart leaving just his soul. And once his Black Soul emerged it became larger and darkened more than it already was as the power was absorbed.

Once his requests were assimilated Adrian's new body began to form around his soul slowly. This whole process was quite painful, but when it was finished he opened his eyes with a loud gasp. His new body had been formed from whatever magic she had used. 

The pain of making a new body and assimilation a system into his soul was extremely painful. But he was already encased in the Fume Knight Armor along with the two swords that came with it. 

He used both giant swords to stand up as it was going to take some getting used to being this large. He breathed in as he was still getting used to this new body of his. The hybrid of a Giant and a Lord. But instead of calling himself a Lord, more of a god. 

As he had a system he wanted to know more about it.

"Status."

When he thought of the word it caused a surge of information to enter his mind.

<Innitializing. >

<15% >

<46% >

<78% >

<100% >

<System initiated. Welcome to the Death System. Please choose a world begin with. Remember, choosing your choice is finished until you complete it.>

<Demon Souls.>

<Dark Souls 1-3>

<Bloodborne. >

<Elden Ring>

<Code Vein>

<Sekiro Shadows Die Twice>

<Doom. >

<💀WarHammer40k.💀 DO NOT CHOOSE BEFORE COMPLETING ALL OTHER WORLDS. RECOMMENDED YET. STRONG ENOUGH. PICK. DEATH GURANTEED.>

Adrian was not big on Warhammer so he overlooked it. He reached up and removed the black helmet he was wearing and looked around. He was in a wasteland that looked like a desert. There was no sun in the sky, only a purple sky. He touched his black beard happy it was still there.

"Might as well start in the order. I choose Dark Souls 1."

<Affrimtive, 100 You may enter at any time. Time dilatation is times faster in the game. Enter when you wish.>

"What world am I by the way?"

<Indetermined. >

"That really helps. So who was the man with Death? I know he is her son, but who is he?" 

<Lord A̵̛̛̤̳͔̥̰̼͆̈́̍̇̆̑͂̈́͗͑͐̔̆̈́̔̉̅̔̀̈́̋̑͐̈́̀̀̐̾̂̌̏͑̍̕̚͠ͅb̵͕̯̰͖̞̤̣͚̻̺͓͇͝h̸̼̏̈́̎̎̆͒́͌̂̈́͒̈́͆̔̂̽̍̎͋̍̽̆́̿̊̀͑̓̽̓̏̄̆͑̐̚̕̕̕ą̶̡̧̢̡̢̹̝͔̯͈̯̜̲̥̺͔̭͈̦̠̳̮͕̙̠̯̤̺͓̗͇̱̦̟͙̥̻͚̜̮̱̺̠͔̕͜͠ͅị̶̡̢̨̛̛̞͉̫̠͙̳̮̟͉̥̯̮̲̥͉͉̝̭̖͚̮͇͉̭̗̪̪̳̪̞̣̘̝́̈̅̌͒͛̊̂̐̋̌̏̓̋̑́̒͊̐̊͂͊̕͜͝͝͠o̷̡̬̒̐̋̆͛̂́̀̈́̄̊̏̃̈́̽̃̃̕̕̚͘ṅ̵̨̡̢̡̢̜͈͔̺̙͓͖̙͈̫̲̦̖͇̜͕̫͚̭̫̞̫̗͍̼̝̓͋̉͂̒̽̄̉͛̈͋̀̏̔͒̎̄̽̈̉̍͆̓̄͛̈̓̂̕͜͝͝͠ͅͅd̷̡̧̢̧̢̛̛̪̺̳̝̙̰̠͔͔͖͔̩̗̘͖͙̣̝̲̓͂̔́̒̏̆̈́̒͂̽́̈̈́͛͒̓́̈́͋̉̌͐̽͆̈͌͌͑͒̾̑̀̾̓͝͝ͅ'̵̧̨̨̢̡̡̛̛̜̳̘̰̖̳̝̘̘̫̜̺͇͉͚͉̣͎̠̪̼̮͉̫͓̳̖̤̖̰̘̼̳͋̈́̐̏̈́̎́̂̂̌̈̃͊͐̏̌̿͗̒͛̉͆̍̋̽͑͑̒̅̈́́͆͛̊́̆͘͜͠͝͝ę̶̡̧̜̗̠̩̱͈͇̲̬̬̱̣̼̜͎̣͙̭̖͇̜͉̱̯̤̯̖̪̟͇̯̱͇̦̘̞̜̺̪͈̗̱̪̟̽͜ͅņ̸̢̡̬͚̣̥̙͍̤̮͇͎̮̥͖̳͔͉̫̜̣͕͋̀̌͐́̃͛̓̊͑͌̽͑͠͠d̸̢̳̰̭̦͈͇̝̯̜̰̜̰̥̜̗̰̗̹͕̼͕̖̩̬͉̺͖̰͍̺͚͖̹̫̣͍̝̫̱̣̫͓͕̳̦̻̓̽̀̅̓̄͜͝ͅã̷̡̨̡̡̰̫̼̰̩͚̘̣̝̳̘̩̠͙͚͍͔̹̣̹̪̯̜̞̯̬͉̉͐̿̂̍͑̄̍̉̉͊̋̎̃͛͋̔͋̂̑̇͊̈́̂͋͆́̽́̓̄̀̇̅̐̚͘͘͝͝͝ͅͅn̴̨̧̙̗̲̪̠͉̻̜͎͎̥̣̺͙̦͓̞͕̲̲̝̥͔̯͍̙̤̲͉̭̱̥̗͉̟̍͜ͅͅ>

Adrian waved his hand and closed the system screen before hearing that. 

"What kind of eldritch horror did I just sell myself to?"

Adrian looked at his shadow and saw the beast rise up next to him. This time though it was real. All too real as the chains began to shatter one by one. He looked all around and saw that he already had some contact with his first creatures of this world.

"Giant fucking scorpions, centipedes, and all other manners of bullshit. Fine."

He placed the helmet back on and grabbed both swords as he walked forward without an ounce of hesitation. The Beast next to him roared showing his inner emotions He had to break the new body in after all as it had been so long since he felt happy. Now, the beast and Adrian were awake and out for blood.