1 Chapter 1

I was everything that I wanted. I told myself this over and over until it was ingrained in my mind. I reassured myself that the power, wealth and prestige were all worth my families' lives.

'Not that telling myself that matters anymore.' I thought to myself as the sword of my most "trusted" aide impaled my torso. Had I been so foolish to think that I could be a good leader, general and King if I satiated my own desires before my peoples?

Blood found it's way out of my mouth and onto the luxurious purple carpet that lay around my throne in a circular fashion.

"I am sorry my Lord but, as I'm sure your aware, the policies you instated, the needless wars you waged and the executions done by your hands have severely weakened our nation." The traitorous scum stated coldly without a single tint of regret or sorrow.

"My blood is on your hands you traitor." I cursed.

"Yes, it is indeed but I shall pay no heed to your needless words you foolish and pathetic man." Julius spat with annoyance.

I tried to speak back, to retaliate, to curse, to show my desire to crush this one with my heel but to no avail was I able to speak as blood clogged my airway. Everything begun to go dark as I tried to move my body up onto my throne.

I put my hand on my fist as I sat cross legged and peering down on my throne as everything went dark.

'Dammit' I cursed pathetically at myself. Then It ended. Was this death? Why am I conscious? Let me die, let me rest in peace, let me be. Why was I subjected to such a cruel and pathetic ending? I was a King who was feared, who was revered, who was worshipped akin to a God yet I was killed by one of the few people who I hadn't feared, who I hadn't hated or who I hadn't hurt.

'If-

I could do it all again, live my life all over again then,

I would not rule, I would not ascend the peak of social status but instead hone my abilities. Hone the swordsmanship I so traded my sister, mother and father for.

Hone the Life Force techniques that I killed my brother for. Not to some meagre level, I would stand on the top as the strongest most prideful, callous, slyest and skilled Warrior even known to existence.'

That was all but a stupid delusion of mine from the absolute fear I was feeling right now. The pressure of death was one that I had never encountered before. So domineering and absolute were the only ways I could describe it.

"Prove your resolve, selfish one" A voice that seemed to shake even the nothingness that I was floating in stated.

Light. A light! Lights? Multiple Lights? Lots of Lights?

'What is this feeling of regret?' I said almost comically

'Why do I feel like this is the stupidest thing I've ever done?' I asked myself.

The lights continued to multiply until they completely surrounded my vision. A sudden pulling force that felt being hit by a stampede of bulls ripped me out of the abyss and roughly threw me into the tunnel of light that appeared before my eyes.

"Do what you said you would and you shall be rewarded. If you shall fail." A sadistic black smile appeared in the white tunnel.

"You shall be punished" The voice said with a female tone to it this time.

'Arghh!' I yelled internally as a blinding white light surprised me.

"Tewe ahh!" A male voice said happily.

"Fushina, tsudimra" A gentle female voice called.

'Huh. What is this? Where am I?' I questioned myself.

Taking in a deep breath I moved my head aro-

I couldn't. I couldn't move my head at all. I begun to question my sanity severely and proceeded to sleep in order to wake up in hell the next morning.