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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 · Fantaisie
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May the Emperor live for a thousand years

In the expansive royal courtroom of the Human Empire, ornate pillars adorned with intricate carvings stood sentinel, framing the chamber in grandeur. Stained glass windows stretched high, filtering sunlight into a mesmerizing mosaic of colors that danced across the marble floor.

The air hummed with an undercurrent of whispered conversations and the rustle of elaborate garments as important members of the noble families mingled, their attire a display of wealth and prestige.

At the heart of the chamber, upon the elevated throne, sat Emperor Lucien Blade. His presence commanded the room effortlessly, exuding an aura of regal authority.

Dressed in resplendent robes of midnight blue and gold, the fabric intricately embroidered with symbols of power, he sat with an air of serene confidence. With his chin rested upon his palm, he leaned slightly forward, his posture both relaxed and commanding.