Prologue

DORCHA the cursed world, a world cruel to everything living or non-living a world ruled by an overlord that cares little for anything that isn't himself, a world that has warlords who serve the overlord and are constantly at war with each other, a world that even the gods deemed unredeemable and had forsaken their titles in order to be free of the responsibility of taking care of such a forsaken place yet in this cruel, unjust and cursed place there lived something very rare, a happy family. A family that despite everything that the cursed world threw at them they will always bounce back until they couldn't. Just everything good happiness had no place in this world just like and this family will find that out soon enough.It was a morning like any other, the father woke up prayed to the absent gods wished well to his wife's wandering soul made breakfast before waking up his two sons but surprisingly the younger son of about five name days was sick for the first time. He gave him some medicine before he and the elder son of seven name days left for the field. Be it by fate or coincidence a warlord arrived five minutes after the man and his child left and burned the entire village to the ground. Seeing the smoke, the father run back home only to see nothing but ashes. He cried in despair and his immense guilt prevented him from searching the rubble for his surely dead son. In anger he took his eldest never turning back. Shame though if he did, he would have seen a frail five year old boy bearing a striking resemblance to him crawl out of the rubble and he would have seen slave raiders searching for survivors take the boy but he didn't hence starting our here story not of aa happy family but of a boy who in order to survive this cruel world became crueler this isn't a story about a hero or a villain this is the story about Marvos Dante, the advocate of death.