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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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Sol Ark

In the western part of the mountainous region, a lone figure emerged from the rugged terrain, a striking anomaly in the serene and mystical landscape. Cloaked in flowing white robes that billowed in the mountain breeze, the figure possessed an air of elegance and otherworldly presence that was difficult to ignore.

As he ventured deeper into the heart of the mountains, his long, obsidian-black hair cascaded down his back, some strands adorned with mesmerizing green streaks. His hair, like liquid onyx, swayed gently with his movements, adding an ethereal quality to his appearance.

The hood of his robe had partially concealed his face, creating an air of mystery as he approached the center of the mountainous region. However, as the wind picked up and tugged at his hood, it was swept away, revealing his youthful features.