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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..."

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Chapter 403: Unholy fusion

Amelia stood there, baffled and intrigued, as she received an unexpected response from her fifteen-year-old companion. His response to her question is something she never saw coming. It left her mind swirling with questions, but she could sense that Damon needed rest so she left. His bandaged hands looked painful, and she knew he could barely feel them. Damon was a powerful being, but even he had his limits.

With a heavy sigh, Damon stared at his hands, contemplating the consequences of using his bold power in such a weak and injured state. He had unleashed a devastating blast of death magic that had obliterated the enemy forces, but at a great cost to himself. The idea of permanently damaging his hands weighed heavily on his mind. Despite the urgency of their assignment, to eliminate the rebel forces at the hospital and take command of their team, Damon now found himself feeling utterly useless.