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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

With a snap of his fingers, a bone throne formed out of a darkish purple smoke and these people watched as Damon slowly sat with an indifferent look on his face. In his hand was the beating heart of the man he had just killed and a cruel smile appeared on his face.


His eyes revealed a bright red light while black cracks slowly spread across his face and a dreadful aura began to diffuse from his body.


The people here were terrified and some even tried to flee but all the exits were blocked by the undead soldiers.  With an amused look on his face, Damon slowly crushed the heart, ignoring these people as they watched the blood sip out of it and pour to the ground. 


The man's daughter watched until she couldn't anymore and collapsed fainting but even then Damon showed no reaction. His eyes were as cold as a frozen lake while he gazed at the unconscious girl and snorted disdainfully.


Chapter 129: A debt that must be repaid