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Life from birth has been nothing but hell. I lost my parents to some stupid aristocrats whom they offended. Executed for no good reason.

My relatives abandoned me and pushed me aside. They feared for their lives and left me and my sister to starve and wander the streets alone!

No, this is worse than hell!

I watched my sister die of starvation. Her lips were dry and her feet bloody. Her nails were broken and her fingers riddled with cuts. She struggled in my hands and after a few seconds of struggle she passed away. She seemed joyful in death so I prayed mine will come just as swift and merciful as hers.

So I stayed in the alleyway, alone with her rotten corpse awaiting my fate for God knows how long. I could see it already. The darkness encroaching from all sides

Everyone said death is scary but I say it's the end! Who needs life after death? What is the need for reincarnation?

Who would want to return to this crazy world?

"It's not yet time for you to go... You have one more task to accomplish as my host" A voice called out to me.

I could barely see or speak but how can I miss such a beautiful face? It was an extremely handsome man who gazed at me with tender eyes.

"Haven't I suffered enough? Can't I just rest?" I cried out. Why would I want to stay back in such a cruel world?

"Don't you want to avenge the death of your parents? Don't you want to become something greater? I can make that happen!" The beautiful man said with an alluring voice.

"You... Who are you?" I asked with an anxious heart.

My parents always said God is the only one who cares about me! Maybe in my final hours, he has come to save me.

"Call me Death..."

Paragon of Death

"Why do you resent your power? Why do you refuse the gifts the world has bestowed upon you?" Death asked as his eyes revealed a purple flash.


His gaze was pinned on the fallen Damon, bleeding out from the fist size hole on his chest. Death watched eagerly as it wanted to know whether Damon would be able to heal the hole in his chest even though he already knew the answer to this.


"This is not what I wanted. This is not how I planned to live my life. Everyone just imposed his will on me and I have no choice but to obey… how is such a life worth living?" Damon muttered those words with dead eyes gazing at the pool of blood around him. 


"The death magic or the wolf curse is not an order or anything you think it is. See these powers as opportunities with a little price attached to each of them. Once you grow stronger using these means, who else will be able to control your fate?" Death said with a bright flash in his eyes. His gaze made it seem as if he could see Damon's soul.


Chapter 77: Accepting his power!