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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 · Fantasi
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Pride of a Deity

In the aftermath of the intense confrontation, the old butler, his gaze filled with a mix of anticipation and concern, turned to Sol, seeking guidance on their next course of action. However, Sol remained silent, his discerning eyes scanning every detail within the room, observing the aftermath of their encounter with the statues.

Amidst the stillness of the courtyard, Sol's keen perception caught sight of a peculiar statue unlike the others. It stood tall, resembling an angelic figure draped in a hooded cloak that concealed its face, veiling its features in mystery. Despite being on its knees, the statue commanded an imposing presence, standing over seven feet tall. Clutched within its hands was a tablet inscribed with ancient script, words etched in a language long forgotten.