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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 · ファンタジー
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691 Chs

Arrogant till the end

Derek's senses gradually returned to him, accompanied by the cold, damp air of the dungeon that seemed to seep into his very bones. His body felt heavy, weighed down by the rusty chains that bound his limbs and waist. His surroundings were dimly lit and confined, with a pit toilet at one end and a small, grimy window above, barely larger than his fist, allowing a mere trickle of light to filter in. The realization that he was trapped underground settled heavily upon him.

As his gaze adjusted to the dim light, Derek's heart twisted at the sight that met his eyes. At the entrance of the dungeon stood Zachariah and Rachel, their expressions bore a mixture of concern, fear, and a touch of anguish that cut deep within him. The stinging pain on his forehead was nothing compared to the pain he felt at the sight of their pained faces.

Zachariah's voice broke the tense silence, his question laced with both hope and desperation. "Derek, what happened?"