Death's Succesor

A/N:First of all i write this on a whim and i publish my work directly if i finished it so I don't know if I'll continue or not but I'll try cause i said this is just on a whim when i want to describe my shitty life. My life is better than in this story though. My brain freezes alot of times haha.

I'm a new writer btw so shut the fuck up if you have a problem on my writings.

This is my story and if you don't like just make your own story.

(") dialogue

(') inner dialogue

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"I died..."

A person who's life was more miserable than anyone...

Born with a family... Yet treated as a slave...

Hungry for affection... Yet despised and hated by everyone...

Have the money to go to school... Yet not a single coin was given to him..

Never lied... Yet not a single soul believe him..

Going to school to learn... Yet everyone treated him as a garbage..

Wants to have a friend... Yet he was bullied by everyone..

'I never knew death could be so comfortable..' he smiled with tears coming out while looking at his drunk father that keeps on stabbing him.

Suffering for 11 years for the first time he felt liberated

'All i ask...was someone to appreciate my existence' this was his last thought before death took him

...

Waking up again all he saw was pure darkness

"Kukuku a person who's life was worse than dog yet purer than anyone... What a lovely soul.." he heard a voice coming all around his surrounding.

"A person that should go to heaven yet the heaven shunned his presence... Tell me what do you want?" a creepy voice than can scare everyone who heard it yet when he heard its question tears keeps on flowing as this is the first time someone ask this question to him

"I-i want someone to appreciate m-me... And i-i want to find my ha-happiness..."his voice was shaking and he was stuttering clearly afraid what the voice will do to him as all he remembered was painful memories in his life

No one answered him...looking around he can't see anyone until he look behind him.

He saw an old man.. He was wearing a dark hood and you can't see his face because it was pitch black... He only recognise him as old because of the wrinkled arm that was holding a weapon that looks like a stick that was used by everyone to beat him.. But with a difference because the stick the old man was holding had a skull on the tip with a blue fire burning inside the skull.

When the old man walked toward him he closed his eyes and shrink his body as small as possible clearly afraid that the old man will use the stick to beat him like everyone did to him.

When he heard the footstep that was nearing him until it was infronr of him... He anticipated the pain and only hope that it won't hurt that much like how it hurt when his father beat him.

Suddenly he felt a hand patting his head... It was comfortable that he didn't want to forget this feeling...

For the first time... He gathered his willpower to open his to know if everything was just an illusion.

He look at the face of the person that was patting his head... The pitch black vail that was covering the face was no more...

He only saw an old face looking at him with sympathy..

"Child... You've suffered so much.. Don't worry no one will hurt you here.." the oldman look at the child who's life can only be called hell

That he as a personification of death used his authority to end the suffering of this child to bring him here.

When he heard what the old man said.. He couldn't hold himself any longer and cried loudly... Letting go all his grievance and suffering that he was always hiding...

*Uwahhhh*

He cried so hard like a newborn child. Remembering all the pain.. The suffering.. Everything that happened in his life...

For the first time he felt a new feeling... And it was comfortable..

For the first someone sympathise with him...

For the first someone asked what he wants...

For the first time he felt someone else's concern...

For the first time he knew what it feels when someone cared for him...

'it feels nice' he inwardly thought while crying so hard

The oldman just keeps on patting his head while looking at the child who was crying...

'life is already unfair yet the fate was so cruel to him' he thought

As a personification of death, death was something that shouldn't happen to him..

Yet here he was after how many eons... He was slowly turning old...

Remembering his bestfriend God the Bible who died due to old age and left Gabriel as his successor while being reincarnated to one of the world in universe to experience leaving as a mortal like his creation...

He couldn't help but want to try it...but he needed a successor

Looking at this kid who's face is so ugly due to him crying like a baby...

'hayysss this must be fate' he inwardly thought while putting a sagely expression like a wuxia cultivator that decided to take a new generation as a disciple.

"Do you want to be my successor?" he asked while waiting for this kid to stop crying and answer him.

The kid stopped crying and wipe his tears and yellow juice on his nose.

"C-can i?" he asked unsurely.

As a person who's life is so miserable his self-esteem is definitely low.

The old man chuckled when he look at this child who's nervous and didn't know what to do.

He knows that for this kid to be his successor he needed to do something about his self-esteem.

When the kid infront of him nod with an unsure expression he already made a plan in his mind

Patting the head of the child he told him to follow him

"Do you know movies is?" the old man asked

Hearing the familiar and at the same time unfamiliar word to him he nodded unsurely.

"Now we will watch a movie" with a flick of his finger he search for a soul's memory who's lifetime was weak then become strong

'hmmm here it is... A reincarnated person? Haha a good lad'

Looking at the movie that was showing right infront of him he couldn't help but weakly ask

"B-but alot s-said that we need to s-spend money to w-watch a movie..."

But still he didn't lose his focus on the movie that he was seeing because he saw that the boy was similar to him being despised by everyone but still works his best to improve for his family..

Sadly family is an unfamiliar word for him...

The old man just chuckled hearing his question without giving him an answer.

"Do you want to be like him?" the old man's question brought him back from his train of thoughts.

Even though he don't want to admit it but he was pretty much jealous of that person because after he died he was reborn to another world where he had a family who loves him and power to fight back people who wants to hurt him.

The child's mind is simple. That's why they are prone to manipulation.

"I'll train you to be like him for 3 years. Be ready" the old man said to him with a serious expression

"Y-yes!" the child replied with a high voice

And so the training for the child to have confidence and common sense about the world outside his comfort zone started.