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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

Paint the scene in your head. In a long corridor riddled with flames and falling debris from the ceiling. At one edge of the corridor stood Kyle Trueblood, dressed in sharp costly robes, adorned with jewels and ornaments of different kinds. Amongst the people here he stood out for the wealth worn on his body.


Meanwhile at the other end was a young boy of barely fifteen, standing amid countless darkish purple beings which have a striking resemblance to specific beings. These undead beasts lack real bodies and are purely made of mana. This aspect practically gives them an immortal body. This is something any strong necromancer could wish for and only the best of them all can reach something close to this level! 


Only, one forbidden magic can make the other dark arts look like child's play, including blood magic.


Outside those who have a strong relationship with the blood clan, no one else should have blood magic unless they are the guardians and pioneers of the dark arts.


Chapter 81: A dreadful tale!