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

"Why do you think he let us go?" Cyrus was a bit skeptical about Gerald.


He felt threatened by the existence of the young successor of the son of heaven. Even without saying it out loud, he low-key admitted to being scared of the young man and felt there is always an unholy reason behind his actions.


He wouldn't just let them leave like that without any reason. But his words seemed to be ignored as everyone was focused on Damon who laid off the bed over roses created by Elsa. He looked deadly pale and exhausted.


If Damon didn't attempt the sacrificial magic where he kept absorbing the power of the enemy constantly to repair the damages his body sustained by using this power then things would have gotten worse.


"Whatever his intentions are, we don't need to worry much. I will have to recover first before we can do anything!" Damon said as his eyes slowly opened.


His voice seemed lost as if he was thinking deeply and forgotten about their presence.


Chapter 172: Going Hunting