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Paragon of Death

Life from birth has been nothing but hell. I lost my parents to some stupid aristocrats whom they offended. Executed for no good reason. My relatives abandoned me and pushed me aside. They feared for their lives and left me and my sister to starve and wander the streets alone! No, this is worse than hell! I watched my sister die of starvation. Her lips were dry and her feet bloody. Her nails were broken and her fingers riddled with cuts. She struggled in my hands and after a few seconds of struggle she passed away. She seemed joyful in death so I prayed mine will come just as swift and merciful as hers. So I stayed in the alleyway, alone with her rotten corpse awaiting my fate for God knows how long. I could see it already. The darkness encroaching from all sides Everyone said death is scary but I say it's the end! Who needs life after death? What is the need for reincarnation? Who would want to return to this crazy world? "It's not yet time for you to go... You have one more task to accomplish as my host" A voice called out to me. I could barely see or speak but how can I miss such a beautiful face? It was an extremely handsome man who gazed at me with tender eyes. "Haven't I suffered enough? Can't I just rest?" I cried out. Why would I want to stay back in such a cruel world? "Don't you want to avenge the death of your parents? Don't you want to become something greater? I can make that happen!" The beautiful man said with an alluring voice. "You... Who are you?" I asked with an anxious heart. My parents always said God is the only one who cares about me! Maybe in my final hours, he has come to save me. "Call me Death..."

3_Sins_Studios · Fantasy
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691 Chs

Land of Death

In the dimly lit chamber of his ancestral hall, Derek sat alone, brooding over the unsettling meeting with Igor of the Draconian Tribe. The weight of an impending doom had settled upon him, an ominous feeling that seemed to hang in the air like a shroud. It wasn't the representatives of the Beast Empire that filled him with dread; it was the palpable sense that death loomed over the Khan tribe, threatening to descend upon them.

With a heavy heart, he delved into the scrolls and tomes that chronicled the history of the Khan tribe, searching for answers to the unsettling premonition that had gripped him. As he pored over the ancient texts, one recurring name stood out like a dark omen - the Akuma tribe, the feared vampires, or blood demons, as they were often referred to. Their bloodline was mid-tier, far superior to that of the Khan tribe, but their distant territories had kept them apart for generations.