3_Sins_Studios

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

Seeing the cruel look in Damon's eyes, Klien knew better than to piss the death mage off. He only shot Cyrus a glance and promptly left the room with Lucy.


"You were a bit harsh. You know that right?" Elsa said in a low tone and Damon sighed.


He leaned back and shut his eyes without bothering to respond. For some reason, he had no intention of letting these people know how he feels. He could finally feel his wounds healing slowly and his mana reserves getting replenished and only then did he let out a sigh of relief.


This war went ways no one expected it to go. All through the entire time, he made plans but never considered the enemy's possible methods of response, and that almost cost him.


Suddenly the massive doors of the courtroom swung open and three figures walked in at a slow and steady pace. Their eyes were filled with cruel lights as they gazed at the youth sitting on the throne that once belonged to them.


Chapter 152: A tough decision