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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

An unknown amount of time passed and Damon remained the same in his room. He had taken some of his dinner but his cold gaze was pinned on the dish served and a frown slowly emerged on his face. He realized his food was drugged and meant to weaken him. The entire event of this monthly training session was meant to break him down and reconstruct him into a better version of himself.


He remained on his bed for what seemed the entire night and slowly the sun began to rise again. The bright lights penetrated his room through the window and Damon's eyes yanked open. He had experienced this once before, he won't experience this again.


The room door yanked open and a lady in a house help attire brought in another tray of food and kept it on the desk. Her cold gaze turned to the figure seated on the bed like an ancient statue and she frowned. Her hands seemed to make some unexpected movements but Damon's words brought her back to reality.


Chapter 93: Servant lineage!