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>'They caught me off guard. I can't feel my lower half. What a shame, I should have guarded my blind spot. Such a dumb mistake. Confirms my assumptions. I called and there's the archangel of Death, Azrael. I don't know why they gave her the title of Death. She helps souls to the afterlife, nothing more. Death in itself is the slaughter of those who have passed their time, or rather, whatever I want it to be. The Gei Lance was used. A remnant of the war, a crafted artifact that can be said to be an ancient gift. The power it uses is one closely related to the curse of Epok, related to the destruction and assimilation. It settles it,' two shadows lowered onto where he lay – a little girl and the archangel. The former wielded the lance, twice over her body, and the archangel, Azrael, kept an unchanging expression. Blood gathered underneath his body. The girl landed and slid down the crater, followed by the same screeching sound of the archangel,  </p>

Archangel of Death, Azrael [2]