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

"Alchemic mister. What is the matter?"

"Nothing's the matter," a frail old man bowed at a table filled with flasks, "-my attempts at restoration failed. Who was it?"

"Ingrate," he flipped, "-I asked you a question, give me an answer," *cough, cough,* he gripped the table's ledge, lamenting the future. 'Who closed my portals… they destroyed the vase. I was this close to becoming a true god. I've used the extent of my mortal body, I need to reincarnate.'

"Artanos…" a not-so-inviting tone returned, "-what brings you to my workshop?"

"I heard the latest update from the Alchemic Mister's workshop. You pathetically failed. So much for being a man of true intellect. I thought you'd be wiser."

"Acting like you know everything," he shot his discontent. Artanos dipped under the feeling and fed the fracas, "-why are you here? Had to go and ruin my plans at taking Draebala."

"Dear Boss" [14]