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

Marinda, more specifically, Nordway. Streets wined before nicely built lines of blocks, following the eventual road towards the ever-peering Einheim. Amidst the unsteady crowd of bibulous gusts – a table perched on the upper floor of one said, Carod Inn, sat three figures. A table of one gentleman and two ladies – other more fashionably dressed, as in their clothes were made of thick, glossy, overall, expensive material – courted other gatherings. Many threw regards, whispered comments, and carried on their usual business.

Asmodeus wiped his brow, stuck a wink at one of the passing dames, and continued with his drink. Kul sighed, channeling her focus onto Yui. "Something wrong?" said Kul, noticing the tense expression.

"I think so," she replied, August 30th – weeks had elapsed since the Central sent news of the rebellion, "-look here," she pointed her phone, "-see here?" a map told of a large area circling the kingdom's nautical territory.

Pardon of the dead