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

<p>  'Why, Igna, why…' she silently straddled the skeletal steed, a portal of black infused with purple widened, she threw no regards back, no signs of retreat from her position, '-why did you…' the helm hid her warm tears. Perhaps the weather or the typhoon brewing within her chest, the answer remained a stone-throw away. Deathly Aura faded. The Hall of Rebirth worked in full swing, she took off her helm and ran for the bedchambers. There, under the always-lit ceiling, her earth-bought charms swayed at the purr of a rather modern ventilation system. 'Remorse, regret… I didn't think I'd feel those emotions again. Why did he have to awaken, what was the purpose of creating a home for himself? I won't let it go to waste… I'm sure it's Origin, he's controlling Igna, he's forcing the pain upon him, and I won't let reality end. If I have to fight Igna to safeguard what Staxius created, I will do it without-'</p>

Lord Death's wisewords?