Frostysyrup

Thrust into an enigmatic world born from bloodshed; venture inside its complexities, dark-side, and always changing nature. At the center, a boy; brought up by an exiled mage, steps into a life of independence. A test to try and change his life for the better after witnessing what war can do to a person. The walk towards finding a stable living gets toppled as a unique magical element awakens. Using people, toying with emotions, doing anything and everything to get what he wants, this is the life of the next Death Reaper. Mostly emotionless, life continues as questions about his state of mind and being remains clouded behind many personas.

This isn’t the story of a single man, it’s the story of a whole world. Read as the world builds itself from the ground up. Conspiracies, evil, the dark side of humanity. In addition, tis the start of a new age; the birth of monsters – a story depicting the tales of the first heroes and demons to ever exist. 

The Wielder of Death Magic isn’t a typical fantasy. The heroes don’t summon forth power from heroes of old, here, the characters are the ones who make up the myths and legends for the next generation. Amidst the turmoil, Staxius, he lives on, watching and waiting as the world grows. 

P.S, I’m not that normal of a writer, my advice is to not expect anything going into this world. Forget everything, I personally, don’t care about rules and limitations and what can be considered to be the norm – the characters are given life, the world moves on its own; I’m just a spectator. No plot, nothing planned, all that you read is the product of the characters moving and acting individually. As opposed to me subjecting them with my emotions, the connection is reversed. They are the ones who dictate the story (Believe it or not, that's the way I write) A world, a story, characters, and the foolish author; we all evolve as one. On behalf of the people mentioned above, thanks for reading, I appreciate it all.
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The Wielder of Death Magic

A visible air of power and confidence ambled into sight. The cacophonous laughter brought about by one accepting the demands of ruffians turned to silence. There she stood, making her way towards the 'bought' table. Laughter and undermining comments bombarded the 'hoodlums' labeled so by the many victims.

"Don't look down on us," said a muffle. Bloodshot eyes lifted towards Igna and Aptha, who smiled at the prospect of real food, "-there are going to pay…" the fist clenched.

"I wouldn't touch him if I were you," said whisper, "-squad 30, you've caused much hassle over the months. If you wish not to incur my wrath, better keep your wits about, though I expect lesser from blockheads. If violence is the only way to make thee understand, I'll gladly take your arms in exchange for my troubles, have I made myself clear?"

*Tsk,* "-whatever," *clash,* the table toppled by a sudden kick, "-watch your back, assassin."

True Demonlord [30]